Whoosh!
The gale howled past his ears as Mountain-Splitting Lord fled at his fastest speed.
Over his hundreds of years as a demon, he had experienced countless battles between life and death.
He had been hunted by Human Race cultivators and had even encountered ancient ferocious beasts deep within the Demon Territory.
But never before had he been as terrified as he was now.
Li Xuancang stayed close behind him, like a festering parasite clinging to bone.
Li Xuancang's steps were steady. No matter how Mountain-Splitting Lord fled for his life, he could not shake off the pursuit. The distance between them steadily narrowed.
Mountain-Splitting Lord was both shocked and enraged. He was a Demon King who ruled a region—when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
He wanted nothing more than to stop, turn around, and fight Li Xuancang to the death.
But the agonizing pain shooting from his arm reminded him that if he stopped to fight Li Xuancang, he risked being killed.
"Damn it!"
Mountain-Splitting Lord let out a low growl and abruptly charged eastward. There lay a sprawling mountain range, his lair that he had built up over hundreds of years.
As long as he could flee into the mountains, perhaps he would still have a sliver of hope by relying on the terrain and the formations he had arranged in advance.
Boom!
Mountain-Splitting Lord unleashed a bloodline secret art. His vital blood burned, and his speed surged by thirty percent. He transformed into a yellow-black streak of light and shot toward the mountain range.
"Trying to run?"
Li Xuancang, behind him, likewise erupted with astonishing speed. Like an arrow loosed from its bow, he pursued Mountain-Splitting Lord amid a terrifying sonic boom.
Mountain-Splitting Lord sensed the oppressive force closing in behind him. That almost tangible killing