"No," Old Monster Ouyang replied unexpectedly. "It seems we'll need this boy to unravel the matter." He paused, his expression darkening, then continued grimly, "But whatever these little demon brats are after, if they come making trouble in our Mystic Heaven Mountain Range, we have to leave them something to remember us by!" With that, he abruptly accelerated and shot forward, leaving everyone behind within moments.
"Everyone, pick up the pace!" Master Long was delighted. If they could seize this chance to wipe out the Heavenly Earth Demon Sect's four elders, the balance of power that had stood for centuries would turn on its head. His enormous wings beat, propelling him forward as he shouted to those behind him.
"Bad news! Old Monster Ouyang is coming!" Black Old Devil, who was flying at the head of the group, suddenly paled. His divine sense had detected an overwhelmingly powerful presence rapidly closing in on them. "Go all out! Our Teleportation Formation is just a little farther ahead!"
Whoosh! Purple-black light suddenly blazed around him, and he accelerated again and again, hurtling forward. The other three followed suit without another word. This was no joke-if Old Monster Ouyang caught them, even if they survived, he would peel a layer of skin off them.
"Little demon brats! Your Grandpa Ouyang is here!" A world-shaking roar thundered from behind them, followed by a violent gale sweeping in from afar. Old Monster Ouyang had already appeared on the distant horizon.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!" Black Old Devil's face tightened as he shouted repeatedly to the others. But all four of them were already flying at their utmost speed. How could they go any faster? Old Monster Ouyang was closing in, yet their destination remained just beyond their reach.
"Die, little demon brats!" Within a few breaths,