Rong Shao watched the chain suddenly change direction several dozen feet ahead of him, a feeling of having survived a calamity rising in his heart.
He did not dare delay for even an instant and continued racing into the distance.
Yet at that moment, a black shadow suddenly came crashing toward him. On closer inspection, it was the fifth-tier Shadow-Escape Rat.
He knew that Gu Huang had deliberately thrown it to him.
This Shadow-Escape Rat knew some secrets of the Divine Blood Sect and might prove useful in the future.
Rong Shao wrapped up the Shadow-Escape Rat and fled with it.
As for Lü Ling—
Seeing his attack miss, his gaze instantly turned sinister as he swept it over Song Wen, who had ruined his plans.
"Thunder arts? Very good! I happen to excel at thunder arts as well!"
Lü Ling released the chain and began forming hand seals with both hands.
Song Wen immediately recognized the technique Lü Ling was casting as the seventh of the nine secret thunder arts—Vast Extremity Divine Thunder.
Just then, Song Wen suddenly sensed that the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent had caught up from behind and entered the range of his divine sense.
Because of the distance, however, Lü Ling had yet to notice the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent's arrival.
"Perfect timing!"
A plan immediately formed in Song Wen's mind.
His figure flashed as he raced toward Lü Ling at full speed. At the same time, the black wings behind him spread wide, and endless silver lightning plasma surged forth, shooting straight at Lü Ling.
A cold smile curled across Lü Ling's lips.
This desperate-looking charge was nothing more than a bluff meant to force him to interrupt the Vast Extremity Divine Thunder that was about to take shape.
Above them, within the pitch-black ghostly qi,