Lu Huangtian had no idea what he was doing. Throughout his pursuit of Xiao Yan, he had never put much effort into it, maintaining an unhurried pace instead.
Thus, despite the vast gap in their strength, Xiao Yan had continued fleeing.
Even He Kui was especially focused at this moment. Who knew whether Lu Huangtian would suddenly launch a sneak attack later?
Xiao Yan had absolutely no ability to stop him. If Lu Huangtian intended to ambush him now, it would only be even more terrifying than that previous strike.
What puzzled He Kui even more was Xiao Yan. For some reason, Xiao Yan's path was exceptionally strange. Rather than fleeing beyond the city, he kept weaving through the battlefield.
Lu Huangtian was no saint. If he decided to strike, he definitely would not hesitate just because his own people were nearby.
But while constantly evading the Dou Zun puppet's pursuit, He Kui could only keep praying that Xiao Yan would hold out a little longer. In truth, he did not believe Xiao Yan could survive Lu Huangtian's hands at all.
From the moment Lu Huangtian decided to personally capture and kill him, Xiao Yan's death had already been set in stone. Yet He Kui still needed time to destroy the Dou Zun puppet, so he could only place his faith in Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan's heartbeat was accelerating without end, and the madness in his eyes could no longer be restrained.
He wanted to escape calmly as well, but there was no solution to today's situation. Lu Huangtian had already noticed him, and Lu Chen had locked onto him too. There was no chance of ending this peacefully.
There were simply too many people he cared about. He could not abandon any one of Xun Er, Zi Yan, Qing