"Die!"
The two foundation establishment middle stage cultivators pursuing him were filled with a savage desire to kill Cook Zeng.
It had simply taken too long.
The pursuit had already lasted an entire day, and neither of them knew how this foundation establishment cultivator from the Huang Household had managed it.
The disparity in their magical power was plain to see, yet he kept widening the distance between them.
Some special escape technique?
Though their opponent was floundering and in a sorry state, they had yet to inflict any meaningful damage.
It was wearing their patience thin.
They needed to wipe out as much of the Huang Household's fighting strength as possible. They certainly could not pass up a chance to kill someone caught alone.
Now, their opponent was clearly a spent arrow, yet he had run to a spirit land to seek help.
The two foundation establishment middle stage cultivators sneered inwardly. Did he truly think he could rest easy just because he had reached a spirit land belonging to the Purple Pole Sect?
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The dark-red mid-grade spirit artifact saber swept diagonally through the air. A brilliant, eerie Blade Ray gathered along its edge and slashed savagely down at the figure ahead, making the air crack with explosive force.
The spear locked onto his aura, forming an enormous Spearhead Projection that shot straight toward its target.
If either attack landed, Cook Zeng would meet a gruesome end: he would either be instantly hacked into fragments and minced flesh, or have a huge hole blasted through his body, obliterating most of it.
Sensing the attacks behind him, Cook Zeng acted as though he had noticed nothing. He made no sweeping evasive maneuvers, merely accelerating with all his strength and charging forward.
In truth, he was utterly exhausted, his