Successful Escape!

Fuck.

No wonder they were demons—fucking vicious.

They killed their own clansmen without a moment's hesitation. Forget those in the Mana Realm; they hadn't even hesitated over Divine Power Realm cultivators. Even if they were only early-stage, they were still combat power, weren't they? Besides, who could say for sure when it came to fate? What if one of them had been hiding a protagonist within?

The demon race's only chance to rise again had been buried by you, did you know that?

Li Su couldn't help grumbling inwardly, but at the same time, his expression changed slightly.

Fuck your mother.

He discovered that the other party had seemingly truly transformed into an incomparably enormous sun. Even the sky had been set ablaze. In an instant, its light shone across hundreds of li, enveloping everything beneath it.

There was something seriously wrong with this light.

It carried an unimaginably high temperature. The instant it swept over Li Su's upper body, he was directly set alight.

The kind that burned him inside and out.

He wasn't cooked—he was charred.

Both of his identities were reduced to half a body, their upper portions vanishing completely.

A head grew from his foot. He couldn't even be bothered to rebuild his spine and simply kept sprinting madly.

The sight was beyond description, enough to make one's heart shudder just looking at it.

Even the Pseudo-Immortal froze. He could still run after losing his upper body? A brain and eyes grew out of his leg—what kind of maneuver was that?

Over the passage of several thousand years, it had never seen such a scene.

What kind of cultivation technique was this? Such tenacious vitality, yet so evil? What race exactly was he?

A thousand thoughts flashed through its mind in an instant, but the Pseudo-Immortal