Feng Qing grabbed Shu Changsheng and activated a life-saving Secret Talisman he had prepared long ago, retreating at full speed.
With matters having reached this point, he had no fighting spirit left. All he could do was flee first.
Lin Xi smiled coldly and silently channeled a spell formula. A vast wall of water rose ahead of Feng Qing and the others, blotting out the sky as it crushed down upon them.
This wall had been condensed through his water-control power, and its aura was utterly unlike that of an ordinary spell.
Feng Qing gritted his teeth and forced his way through. It felt as though he had smashed through an iron wall, leaving his head swimming.
Yet, unexpectedly, Lin Xi did not pursue them immediately. Instead, he turned toward Chang Hao.
"He wants to kill Elder Chang first, then us!" Shu Changsheng cried in alarm.
"Is he really so confident that he can finish him off, then immediately turn around and deal with us?" Feng Qing felt anger and resentment, but despair welled up in him as well.
The entrance to the Immortal Abode was less than a hundred li away. At a Core Formation Cultivator's speed, they could reach it in moments.
But for a powerhouse like Lin Xi, the time needed to kill an ordinary Core Formation Cultivator was also measured in breaths.
He believed he could finish Chang Hao within ten breaths, then turn around, catch up to Feng Qing and the others, and intercept them.
The overwhelming confidence revealed by that simple detail was enough to drive anyone to despair.
"I hope Fellow Daoist Chang can hold out a little longer..." Feng Qing felt a pang of guilt, yet he could not help pinning his hopes on Chang Hao's endurance.
He did not expect Chang