They pursued and fled all the way, clashing without cease.
The distance over which the two sides fought and killed stretched beyond a million li. The earth shattered and rivers vaporized along the way were beyond counting.
Facing the pursuit of four great powerhouses, nearly all with strength above thirteen fires, even Li Su found himself in peril time and again without using Saint Supreme, his body repeatedly suffering grievous wounds.
Whether it was that fire-element alien or the heavenly thunder alien, both were troublesome.
Their attacks were simply too powerful, clearly capable of boundary-breaking damage. Every collision inflicted no small injury on him.
By now, Li Su's internal organs had been severely damaged, invaded by the enemy's power.
Then there was that woman. Her mind-stirring techniques had little real effect on him. With Soul Supreme's protection, along with the ghost immortal body, even Ning Wuxia's demonic charm could be suppressed to a certain extent—let alone that woman's?
But there was one problem: mental talents were exceedingly rare among the alien races, so Li Su did not dare display too much resistance. Such races were simply too scarce. Every time, he had no choice but to let himself be "hit," then force himself awake through sheer will.
As a result, the techniques that dealt the least damage delayed him the longest.
Finally, the most troublesome was undoubtedly that middle-aged man. His methods were troublesome enough, but the real issue was the curse he had placed on Li Su's hand.
It was a genuine nightmare!
Li Su had clearly broken out, only to be caught up with again almost immediately. After several repetitions, it was giving him a splitting headache.
Still, after this long pursuit, the curse's aura had faded considerably. Every activation consumed some of its power, allowing energy to