Mao Jing's sword struck Leng Binghai directly in the forehead.
With a thunderous bang, Leng Binghai's entire body instantly exploded into black mist.
I followed up with a palm strike, scattering the black mist.
As the black mist dissipated, a humanoid wooden doll appeared on the ground.
"Plum-for-Peach Substitution, the Death Substitution Technique!"
I spoke in a low voice.
"He's over there!"
Pan Ling suddenly pointed in a direction and shouted.
With Pan Ling's eyes, none of his illusion techniques could hide him.
I stomped the little wooden doll to pieces and continued the pursuit.
After chasing for barely over a hundred meters, we caught up with Leng Binghai again.
But there was a problem—the path ahead ended at a cliff, and there seemed to be a river below it.
Damn it, if he made it to the cliff and jumped into the river, he would be hard to pursue.
Even using the Soul-Seizing Art might not guarantee I could retrieve his soul.
Leng Qingyu had escaped exactly this way back then.
I grew anxious and shouted:
"Don't let him jump down..."
I shouted and sprinted forward desperately.
Mao Jing and Pan Ling did the same, both accelerating.
At that moment, I directly unleashed the Four Misfortune Qi.
In an instant, the aura emanating from me became oppressive and sinister.
In Pan Ling's eyes, a faint black aura even radiated from my body, no different from the black evil qi emitted by practitioners of wicked arts, such as the Nine Corpse Daoist.
Leng Binghai, who was running ahead, continued muttering to himself:
"Faster, faster, almost there, almost there..."
As he spoke, he kept glancing back at us.
He scrambled forward frantically, trying to reach the cliff and leap off it to escape.
But he no longer had that chance.
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