Nine Corpse Daoist had been injured. When he had controlled the Nine Nether Toxic Miasma just now, he had mentioned that it would consume his origin essence.
He had to be extremely weak now. There was no way he could escape on foot.
At that moment, he brought his hands together and cast an evil talisman.
The evil talisman flew toward the van's driver. From afar, we saw a faint ghostly light flicker.
Then the van lost control on the highway, letting out a piercing screech of brakes...
The van then stopped crookedly in front of him. Nine Corpse Daoist clutched his chest, yanked open the door, and climbed inside.
The van started up again, its engine letting out an ear-piercing roar as it sped toward Fish Mouth...
The engine roared as though it was about to blow a cylinder.
That van was somehow being driven at nearly 100 km/h on this old road.
Even someone as skilled as Third Master couldn't catch up.
Third Master, my master, and the others rushed over quickly, but by the time they reached the roadside, the van had already gone far away, leaving only a single taillight in sight.
Seeing this, my master shouted:
"My car is up ahead. Chase them..."
Although he had controlled the driver and shaken us off,
there was only one road here, not even a single fork.
Once my master and the others got into the car, I refused to believe my master's Big G couldn't catch that piece-of-junk van.
My master led Third Master and Daoist Qingshan in pursuit.
The rest of us behind them also sped up and ran forward.
By the time we reached the highway, Nine Corpse Daoist had already gotten into the van.
The van had gone far away and was no longer