At the sight, Li Si's heart chilled, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose.
The Human-Head Centipede's sudden aberration had not only cut his effective combat strength by more than half, but also cost him his most important support at this moment.
His mount.
Righteous forces surely had experts patrolling nearby. If they came to encircle him, the consequences would be unthinkable.
But this Demonic Beast was something he had painstakingly cultivated. Most of the wealth he had accumulated over half his lifetime was tied up in it. He could not simply abandon it.
He hesitated, but still could not bring himself to sever the attachment. He hurriedly flew down to rescue it.
"Keep him tied down! Don't let him escape!"
Seeing this, the Immortal Alliance cultivators urged their great roc after him, continuing to scatter incense powder and harass him.
The Human-Head Centipede, which should have been Li Si's strongest support, was performing disastrously. Not only did it fail to help, it thrashed and smashed about wildly, making it difficult even for Li Si, its master, to approach.
Furious, Li Si temporarily abandoned the Human-Head Centipede and attacked the others, only to discover, to his dismay, that he could not catch them!
Although he had reached Foundation Establishment, he had done so through a shortcut. In the mere dozen or so years since, he had had no time to cultivate any formidable escape arts, nor had he acquired a reliable escape artifact.
A wilderness rogue cultivator like him could, at best, independently grasp the crude technique of shaping wings from Dharma Power.
And what were the Righteous Cultivators equipped with? Demon Birds painstakingly bred by the East Sea Immortal Alliance specifically to carry its elite disciples!
In the eyes of some mortals, these were the mounts of immortal masters, and