Wind howled.
Shen Qingzhou didn't even have the spare time to look back.
He had long since pushed the triple speed of [Tracele ss] to its absolute limit, leaving only a lingering afterimage of his figure amidst the miasma and shadows.
That oppressive might behind him clung to him like a shadow, and it was closing the distance at a terrifying speed.
Foundation Establishment!
This was Foundation Establishment; the mastery over the heaven and earth was simply not something a Qi Refining cultivator could compare to.
Xu Sheng's figure was a streak of grayish-white light. He didn't use any magical treasures, relying solely on the power of the Ghost Metal domain to whip up a piercing shriek.
Shen Qingzhou could sense that the heaven and earth in all directions were infected by that deathly aura, resembling an invisible coffin attempting to seal him inside.
This was the power of a domain, currently blocking his escape route.
"Your destination was written long ago."
A cold, raspy voice rang directly within his sea of consciousness.
Shen Qingzhou turned a deaf ear. His mind was unprecedentedly calm; inside his sea of consciousness, the [Source Heaven Master]'s ability operated at high speed, analyzing the changing Dao rhythms around him.
While maintaining the movement technique of [Abyssal Step], he slapped talisman after talisman out of his storage pouch. Speed-enhancing, aura-concealing—he used whatever methods he had.
"Futtile struggle."
The grayish-white divine radiance on Xu Sheng surged, and all the talismanic spiritual lights scattered like incense ash.
Yet just this brief moment bought Shen Qingzhou a sliver of time.
He knew very well that counterattacking within Xu Sheng's Ghost Metal domain was no different from courting death.
Therefore, he never even thought about turning back.
What he needed to do was stall!
Stall until the very last