When a man's luck ran out, even a sip of water could choke him to death.
Li Su had heard that saying many times, but this was truly the first time he had seen it happen.
The Sun-Shooting Archer had fled.
Though his Great Dao had been severed, as a Daluo realm cultivator, his vitality was extraordinarily tenacious. It was not enough to kill him—at most, he would be bedridden for thirty or fifty years afterward.
Faced with this scene, Li Su did not give chase.
First of all, this was not his true body, merely a clone. Not only was its explosive strength severely diminished, but more importantly, it lacked endurance. There was no Great Dao within the clone to provide him with an endless stream of energy at every moment.
Once it exhausted the energy he had brought with him, his power would rapidly shrivel away.
Therefore, even if the other party was injured, Li Su as he was now could not catch up to him.
Of course, the other party had fled in such a hurry most likely because of him. He did not know Li Su's condition and feared that Li Su, lurking in the shadows, might strike at him. After all, they had fought once before. If he had been uninjured, he could still have battled Li Su.
But now it was different. He had been heavily injured, even his Great Dao severed. Continuing to fight would be offering up his own head, especially since more than half of his own fortune had been burned away, bringing misfortune down upon him. There was even less chance of fighting.
Li Su wanted very much to silence him, but though he had the will to slay the foe, he lacked the strength to turn the tide.
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