Day after day, as day and night turned without cease, Li Suling pursued Mo Chen and Zhu Shengxia for ten full days without stopping.
Mo Chen and Zhu Shengxia had long since lost their bearings. With Li Suling attacking constantly from behind, they had no time after dodging to check their Travel Map or the lay of the mountains. They fled on instinct alone.
Mo Chen had already drunk forty bottles of the Spirit Liquid he carried.
That averaged out to four bottles a day.
Not only did he have to drive the Twinflight Wings at full power to flee, he also had to deploy various defensive measures from time to time to withstand Li Suling's attacks.
Zhu Shengxia had not been idle either, constantly using the Zhu Household's secret runes to strengthen the defenses of Mo Chen's Spirit Artifacts.
Yet even all of that barely sufficed, and the strain on both of them was immense.
Li Suling clung to them like a shadow, keeping the distance between them at around a hundred and fifty zhang. He refused to loosen his grip, giving them no chance to catch their breath.
Ten full days and nights!
One attacked, the other defended, grinding each other down amid the deep mountains and ancient forests.
Li Suling had battered Mo Chen's enchanted robes to pieces. Even with the Flame-Drinking Art's Body Tempering effects, his body bore numerous wounds. He was holding on through Spirit Liquid alone.
Though Li Suling's cultivation was formidable, the continuous expenditure of Dharma Power and the backlash from his secret art were also taking their toll.
Above all, Li Suling had never imagined that a mere Qi Refining brat could be so troublesome.
Spirit Artifacts with all manner of unusual effects, Talismans that seemed endless—several times, just when he was