The Primordial Battlefield suddenly lurched like a madman provoked. Flames blazed and light flashed in every direction. Waves of energy erupted one after another like a gushing well. Luo Qian felt as though he were watching a thrilling blockbuster—except this time, he was watching with his heart in his throat.
Little Treasure's instincts were a mystery, but he could somehow sense where danger lay. Several times, Luo Qian clearly saw him change course; had he kept crawling along his old route, an energy beam would have hurled him into the sky within three meters. Yet even after dodging a direct hit, the aftershocks of those mighty spells were no picnic. Rippling shock waves swept over Little Treasure. The Luo family's precious son seemed made of water: however the waves struck, his body became like a mass of slime, flattened and twisted by their force, then returned to normal once they passed. Luo Qian had been watching with his heart pounding, but after seeing that, he worried less. Once he relaxed, he started feeling smug again: My son is no ordinary boy!
Little Treasure certainly was no ordinary boy. With the clay jar in his mouth, he crawled out on all fours. If Luo Qian took him onto a street corner like that, someone might even toss a few coins into the jar.
Little Treasure made it out of the Primordial Battlefield after a few close calls. Behind him, the beams and ripples finally triggered a powerful spell hidden deep beneath the surface. A mushroom cloud soared skyward, waves of energy raged in every direction, and the surging pressure compressed the air around it. A violent blast rushed toward Luo Qian.
But Boss Luo was a Ninth-Rank Immortal, after all. He thrust out a hand to block it. Though the impact