Xu Yan's words grated harshly on Xuan Wuchang's ears, but remembering that his weakened state left him only comparable to a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator, he did not dare utter even a single threat, terrified that the cultivator behind him would catch up.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Xuan Wuchang turned into a Phantom Shadow, fleeing dozens of yards away in an instant.
"Something is seriously wrong with this man!" Watching Xuan Wuchang scurry away like a homeless cur, Xu Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.
A possibility occurred to him: this man had encountered the beast tide and, although he had escaped with his life, had suffered grievous injuries. He probably could not bring his full strength to bear. Otherwise, there was no reason for him to flee the moment Xu Yan revealed his aura.
"If that's true, this is a heaven-sent opportunity. He really is the perfect candidate for implanting the Slave Talisman." Delight showed on Xu Yan's face, and he transformed into a streak of azure light, swiftly pursuing the man.
After entering the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, his magic power had grown several times more abundant, and even his flight speed had increased considerably. In just a few breaths, the distance between them rapidly narrowed.
Sensing the aura behind him drawing ever closer, a trace of anxiety flashed through Xuan Wuchang's cold eyes. Someone comparable to a Half-Step Golden Core cultivator was far beyond what an ordinary Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator could match. Before his strength declined, he himself had been comparable to a Half-Step Golden Core cultivator, so he understood the gulf between the two all too well.
At that thought, he grew even more anxious. Given this man's ruthless methods, he would probably have little chance of surviving once he was caught.
Just as Xuan Wuchang's anxiety reached