As Xu Feng flew farther away, Cang Yan and the other two began to hesitate.
Cang Yan abruptly spread his wings in midair, forcibly stopping himself. The rush of air from his sudden halt swept his red hair backward.
Elder Qingxuan and Zhao Wuji stopped short as well.
The three exchanged looks, their expressions grim.
Cang Yan's lips moved, his face ashen. "That puppet of his can fire at least one more shot."
Qingxuan swallowed. "Lu Sheng was a mid-rank domain god, and a single shot went straight through his head. All three of us are weaker than he was. It won't matter which of us goes up against it."
Zhao Wuji said nothing, but the white light around him drew in a little tighter, as though he were adding another layer of armor.
Almost simultaneously, all three reached the same conclusion.
That metal puppet was far more powerful than they had expected. If Xu Feng wanted to kill them, he could kill at most one.
But the question was, who would that "one" be?
None of them wanted to gamble.
"I'm... staying out of this!"
After a moment's deliberation, Cang Yan gave his wings a fierce beat and shot northeast, even faster than when he had been chasing Xu Feng.
That speed made Qingxuan's eyelid twitch.
That old bastard had been holding back from the start!
"Go!"
At almost the same instant, Qingxuan urged his flying sword onward and streaked north.
Zhao Wuji's white light flashed. His figure faded within it, and when he reappeared, he was already several miles away, racing west.
Three men, three directions.
They did not even leave behind a parting threat. They simply fled without hesitation.
After flying a thousand meters, Xu Feng suddenly sensed the presences behind him retreating in different directions. He