Just as Xia Ping and the others were preparing to return to Storm Island, Walading, the Element Race Immortal Saint who had fled earlier, appeared within a meteorite field in the Storm Sea, hiding himself with utmost caution.
Due to the characteristics of an immortal body, his body had swiftly recovered to its original state, and he was no longer in soul form.
However, because he had chosen to self-destruct his body, his soul had also been damaged. He feared it would take a very, very long time to recover his former peak condition.
This also made his chances of advancing to the realm of an Early Ancient Saint even lower.
At this moment, Walading flew cautiously through the Storm Sea.
He had no choice but to be careful. This was still the Myriad Races Battlefield; if he carelessly encountered Saints of another race, then with his current strength, he simply could not defeat them. Death and the dispersal of his Dao would be his only fate.
"Damn it! Damn that bitch! Damn those humans! They're utterly hateful!"
Walading let out a roar, his fury uncontrollable. "They killed four of my brothers-in-life-and-death and forced me to self-destruct my body just to barely escape, damaging my soul! This hatred cannot exist beneath the same sky... I'll make you die, human! I'll make you die!"
His hatred for Xia Ping had reached an absolute extreme, to the point where they were as irreconcilable as fire and water.
Leaving aside the irreconcilable hatred of his four brothers-in-life-and-death dying at Xia Ping's hands, that hateful human had even forced him to self-destruct his body and damage his soul, making his chance of comprehending the laws of space and advancing into an Early Ancient Saint even more remote. Walading wished he could skin Xia Ping,