The dwarf did possess something containing powerful dwarf power—a bloodline crystal containing the mighty power of a dwarf emperor. But it was also very important to him; it could increase his strength. He would definitely be reluctant to give such a thing to Zhao Fu.
"I don't have any treasures. You've got the wrong person," the dwarf lied as he shouted over his shoulder.
Zhao Fu did not quite believe him. The dwarf did not seem ordinary, so he surely possessed some powerful dwarf treasure. Thus, Zhao Fu said, "Is that so? Then don't run. Let me inspect you. If you don't have anything, I'll let you go."
How could the dwarf possibly agree to such a demand? He could only keep controlling the flying ship and flee at high speed.
Zhao Fu chased after him from behind. As the flying ship gradually slowed, the distance between Zhao Fu and the dwarf grew ever smaller, and Zhao Fu also began trying to attack.
The golden pupil in his left eye spun rapidly, and chains shot out from the void one after another, streaking toward the dwarf at incredible speed. The dwarf controlled the flying ship, nimbly dodging while continuing to flee.
However, more and more cracks appeared on the flying ship. In the end, with a bang, it shattered into countless fragments that fell toward the ground.
The dwarf became somewhat panicked. The flying ship had been his greatest reliance; now that it was destroyed, he absolutely could not outrun Zhao Fu.
At that moment, chains carrying formidable power shot toward him once more. The dwarf held a curved saber, blocking them as he continued flying forward.
Zhao Fu kept attacking, and the distance between them continued to close.
In the end, the dwarf was somewhat unable to hold on.