Zhang Yuan spoke no further with Chi Guanguan. Standing upon the void, he watched the Flying Soul Messenger, covered in crimson feathers, in the pit below. He gathered magical power in his sword, ready to respond should the Flying Soul Messenger suddenly lash out.
He might have looked relaxed and effortless while dealing with the Flying Soul Messenger, but that was all thanks to "As Though the Emperor Walked in Person." Without that rather unfair spatial escape art, he really would have been no match for the Flying Soul Messenger.
Besides, that move just now, "Immortal Maiden..." - no, wait, "Great Luo Sword" - had barely injured the Flying Soul Messenger. To its evil ghost body, somewhere between the Nascent Soul and Purple Mansion realms, those were only minor wounds.
If they kept fighting, it would undoubtedly be a hard battle.
After all, the Flying Soul Messenger possessed clear intelligence. Unlike the Nether Bureau's yin soldiers, it offered no loopholes to exploit. He could only fight it head-on.
Should I find a chance to run?
Who said a demon king couldn't run? When the time came, I could just say my allotted time in the mortal world was up and I had to return to the depths of the Nether Bureau. An excuse without a single chink in its armor.
With that thought, Zhang Yuan was just about to put the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm's signature talent into practice.
Then he saw the Flying Soul Messenger below move first. The crimson feathers on its back swelled, bursting the remnants of its black robe apart. A pair of wings appeared behind it, seemingly bathed in blood, with countless blood-colored particles floating around them.
Whoosh.
The Flying Soul Messenger rose into the air and hovered slightly below Zhang Yuan before saying:
"I