Zhang Tie had no idea Elder Mu Lei was already charging rapidly toward him. He merely ran with every ounce of strength he had, pushing the enhancement of the Advanced Swift Movement Technique and the Kuafu Bloodline to their limits. Not only that, but as he ran, he also used his ability to divide his attention—using his powerful Knight consciousness to sense the movements and attacks of the Knight pursuing him while searching for the most suitable route.
If it had been any other level-twelve Great Battle Master, or even an expert at the Battle General or Battle Demon level, they would have died hundreds of times over in Zhang Tie's situation. Yet Zhang Tie was still fleeing madly.
The Devil Race Knight flew more than fifty meters above the ground. The Knight's powerful Battle Qi bombardments exploded all around Zhang Tie, before and behind him, like meteors crashing down from the sky. Zhang Tie was in a sorry state, but he always managed to evade them again and again.
In the Devil Race Knight's eyes, Zhang Tie was like a slippery flea with eyes on the back of its head, leaving him nowhere to begin.
A Knight's flight speed was directly proportional to altitude. The higher they flew, the faster they could go; once they lowered their altitude, however, their flight speed would inevitably drop somewhat. Under the calculations of Zhang Tie's crystal-calm mind, he exploited to the fullest the contradiction between the Devil Race Knight's altitude and speed in flight. The Knight could surpass him in speed, but only at an altitude of over two hundred meters. At that height, the Knight's attacks posed little threat to him. If the Knight wanted to hit him, then he had to descend, and his speed had to drop as well.