This strength truly deserved to be called terrifying.
"Cough, cough."
Before Ye Lin could continue marveling inwardly, Ye Gucheng's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed Ye Lin's arm with both hands, then collapsed forward against him, and the Flying Sword beneath them instantly began to sway unsteadily.
"Support him."
Ye Lin tossed Ye Gucheng to Gu Ruyan, then controlled the Flying Sword beneath his feet and continued fleeing forward.
However, without Ye Gucheng's control, the Flying Sword's speed had clearly dropped considerably. If this continued, they would be caught sooner or later.
"Damn it, my strength is nowhere near Ye Gucheng's."
Ye Lin cursed inwardly. This guy had really handed him a difficult problem—escaping from the hands of a Heavenly Immortal expert. The difficulty had been cranked straight to the limit.
"Still running? Once this old man catches up to you, I'll let you taste what true hell is."
A furious roar came from behind them. Rolling soundwaves bore down ahead, and one could hear from that voice alone just how enraged that Heavenly Immortal expert was.
"Let's go."
Ye Lin took out a stone from his Spatial Ring and frantically poured Immortal Qi into it. The next instant, the three of them vanished.
"Damn it, a teleportation treasure. Fine, fine, fine. This old man will wait for you three thieves at the exit. I refuse to believe you won't come out."
The old man's face alternated between green and white before he turned around, swept his sleeve, and left.
He was utterly furious. A mere Earth Immortal junior had snatched his belongings right out of his hands, and he had been powerless to stop it, unable to capture them.
If word of this got out, he might as well not have a face anymore.
He absolutely would not allow such