Su Mo's gaze swept over Venerable Fan, Venerable Yin, Wu Tianyu's resentful face, and the more than fifty other Witch Tribe geniuses.
He gritted his teeth fiercely. He had to make a decision soon, or he would certainly die.
Wu Fan's pressure was immensely powerful, constantly bearing down on Su Mo like a colossal mountain holding up the heavens. It placed tremendous strain on him, and if this continued, he would inevitably run out of strength and give the other party an opening.
As for Wu Tianyu, there was no way Su Mo could kill him today. He could only rescue Hong Qingxuan another day.
Su Mo had originally intended to use Wu Xian to threaten the two Venerables and make them order Wu Tianyu to hand over Hong Qingxuan. But after weighing the pros and cons, he still abandoned the idea.
If he did that, the two Venerables would certainly realize that Hong Qingxuan mattered to him. They might even turn around and use her to threaten him. If that happened, everything would truly be over.
Though Hong Qingxuan was important, Su Mo still knew which was heavier and which was lighter when compared with the lives of a million people from the Azure Divine Palace within his Divine Diagram Space.
With a thought, Su Mo immediately sent a message through willpower to Qin Budai beside him. Then, the two of them began flying backward to the side.
They were not particularly fast, but they still crossed a hundred miles in an instant, all while keeping a close watch on Venerable Fan and Venerable Yin.
"You cannot escape!" Wu Fan shouted coldly, stepping through the void and catching up to Su Mo and Qin Budai in an instant.
The old woman, Wu Yin, was equally swift. With a flash