As one fled and the other pursued, they had already come within a dozen miles of the city wall. Even from that distance, they could make out some cultivators.
"Hm?" Just then, Li Xiaoya's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly looked to one side!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! A streak of black-and-red escaping light shot along the city wall like lightning, with seven or eight cultivators following behind in slower streaks of escaping light. Clearly, they intended to cut the two men off before they reached the wall.
This is bad! Li Xiaoya grew anxious at the sight, his mind racing. With enemies closing in from both front and rear, even his formidable divine abilities could not make him a match for so many cultivators.
Whoosh! Just then, a streak of black light shot toward Dong Santong like lightning. With a bang, it blasted him to pieces, scattering him into specks of white light that vanished in an instant.
With a whoosh, white light flashed, and Dong Santong reappeared several dozen yards away.
"Hm?" Black Old Devil froze at the sight, a trace of astonishment crossing his face. His divine sense had clearly identified that as Dong Santong's true body. How could it have been a fake? As that question ran through his mind, he suddenly noticed that the Second Elder and the others had already circled ahead of Li Xiaoya and Dong Santong. Delight surged through him, mingled with secret irritation. Why had the Second Elder not obeyed his order to go out and capture those people? Still, they had finally intercepted these slippery fellows. With that thought, he rapidly formed hand seals. Black-purple light blazed around him, and astonishing fluctuations of magic power radiated from his body. Suddenly, he slapped the back of his head, opened his mouth,