Tang San sensed the aura of Destruction drawing ever closer behind him, and his heart filled with urgency.
He knew he was no match for Shen Lian. His only chance of survival was to escape—so long as he could shake Shen Lian off, he could use the power of the twin gods to wreak havoc across Douluo Continent and Sun-Moon Continent, destroying everything Shen Lian cared about.
By then, Shen Lian would surely be blinded by rage. Tang San would only need to fight guerrilla-style, hiding and striking, and sooner or later he could wear Shen Lian down and make him taste the pain of losing everything.
"Faster! Faster!"
Tang San gritted his teeth and pushed his Asura God Power to its limit. His figure darted through the Black Forest like a phantom, snapping trees apart in his high-speed passage.
But just as he was about to rush out of the Black Forest and reach an open wasteland, a fierce gust of wind suddenly rose behind him—Shen Lian had closed to within thirty meters of him!
"Stop!"
Shen Lian shouted coldly, swinging the Destruction God Staff, wreathed in purple light, viciously at Tang San's back.
Tang San's heart jolted. He quickly twisted aside to evade the blow while swinging the Clear Sky Hammer behind him to block.
Clang!
As hammer and staff collided, Tang San was once more jolted until his blood and qi churned. He staggered, and his escape speed instantly dropped.
He turned to look at Shen Lian, his eyes filled with venom yet tinged with helplessness—Shen Lian surpassed him in both speed and strength. If he kept running blindly, he would eventually be caught.
I can't keep running!
With his heart hardened, Tang San simply stopped and turned to face Shen Lian directly.
He knew that if