Elder Jin was in unbearable agony. It was not just physical—his soul had suffered an even heavier blow.
It was not that he regretted his carelessness. That emotion might have made him miserable, but it would not have left him in such excruciating pain.
The main issue was the demon clan patterns. That punch had fused multiple demon patterns, including Lu Wu's pattern—the pattern of a Demon Saint. That was truly deadly.
It was not merely destroying his flesh. It was also destroying his patterns.
And without question, a demon clan's life-bound pattern resided within the soul. Though their path differed from the Golden Core and Primordial Spirit, the gap in certain core aspects was not actually that great.
Thus, he had indeed suffered a grievous injury. Even if his dense vitality saved his physical body, it could not change that reality.
Without the slightest hesitation, Elder Jin did not even have time to rise. Still sprawled on the ground, his body flashed and turned into light, shooting away.
In his eyes, Li Su was already an old monster just like him—no, one even more sinister and cunning than himself. And even if he were not, when his life was truly in danger, a creature like Elder Jin would not care one bit about so-called dignity.
He raced away almost by crawling.
Crocodiles were reptiles to begin with. With all four limbs on the ground, they were actually faster.
At that moment, he did not even have time to pick up the intestines that had spilled from his ruptured chest and stuff them back into his belly. There was only one thought in his mind: run.
His speed was truly astonishing. In the blink of an eye, his figure was almost impossible to see.
Nor was it only his true