Shen Bing's sudden appearance before him made Erlang Shen freeze for a moment. This fellow really did come and go like a Ghost!
Uh... no, even that failed to describe him. He had seen plenty of Immortals and Ghosts in the Immortal Realm, but never anyone with abilities like this.
His ability to escape was downright ridiculous.
But Erlang Shen was no idiot either. Knowing he was being hunted, he had no time to bother with Shen Bing. He roared, "Get lost if you don't want to die!"
With that, Erlang Shen took to his heels and continued flying ahead.
His speed was only so-so, though. To a mortal, it would certainly have seemed impossibly fast. But to Shen Bing, who had witnessed the speed of Sun Wukong's Somersault Cloud, Erlang Shen looked like a sickly invalid.
Erlang Shen felt wronged too. This was hardly his fault. Who could blame him when the Demon Realm was so hostile to Immortals? All his Immortal Power was suppressed. Only someone like him could manage even this much. Any other god would probably have been beaten to a pulp long ago, with no chance to escape.
The giant bird overhead watched Erlang Shen flee, its enormous eyes filled with mockery, like a cat watching a mouse struggle in its paws.
As for Shen Bing, he never even registered in its eyes. His aura was too weak to pose any threat, putting him firmly in the category of things to ignore.
Yet with a sudden thought from Shen Bing, a shuttle-shaped vessel appeared out of thin air. At that same instant, he was already inside it.
"Perfected Lord Erlang! Get in!" he shouted as the shuttle chased after Erlang Shen.
Though Erlang Shen's divine senses were suppressed, they were not entirely useless. As he