Outside the city, sensing the tragic death of his Fallen Clone, Li Qingming's steps paused slightly for an instant.
He took a step forward, and the Six-Winged Angel and Fallen Angel behind him fused in an instant.
As the Judgment Angel was born, the power of the eight great angels gathered within him once more.
A powerful aura spread wantonly, his presence rising to an even greater level.
A terrifying pressure comparable to that of a Super Douluo condensed within him as he stared at the outskirts before him.
Li Qingming took a deep breath. With a fierce sweep of his sleeve, four or five bottles of pills appeared in his hand.
He opened the bottles directly, swept his gaze over the pills, then without hesitation stuffed every one of these pills with immense side effects into his mouth.
Strange blood and vitality burned within him, and his Soul Power boiled in an instant. His speed increased more than a hundredfold at once.
His figure became a streak of light as he shot into the sky and fled rapidly toward the outer district.
The intensity of the Soul Power within him—or rather, his current speed—had already far surpassed that of an ordinary Super Douluo. In that instant, he had burned all of his potential.
Sensing the disturbance here, Ye Xishui cast an indifferent glance at Li Qingming's departing figure.
The corners of her lips curved slightly, and a trace of mockery flashed through her eyes.
On the left, Long Xiaoyao likewise stood there in silence, his hands clasped behind his back.
He stood atop an enormous black dragon, and the two of them were currently very far from Li Qingming.
Even if they wanted to catch up, it would be difficult to do so anytime soon.
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