With a single stride, he crossed a hundred meters. This was merely an ability attached to the Void-Breaking Demonic Artifact—its weakest ability.
"Good boy!" The old man with white beard and brows roared, and his figure instantly blurred.
In the space within a hundred meters, eight figures appeared in an instant, each guarding one direction.
Eight palm imprints condensed in the air, then abruptly spread outward.
Leng Tieya's danger sense blared. He hurriedly took two strides, arriving two hundred meters away.
Bang!
An invisible force sent him flying again, and he spat out blood in midair.
He shouted, "Senior Brother Huang, go first!"
Huang Daochu was drawing his sword and shooting toward the old man. The sword light was light and clear, like a pool of autumn water.
He was clearly going all out.
But he knew Huang Daochu was no match for him.
The gap between an eighth-rank Great Heavenly Demon and a sixth-rank one was equivalent to several decades, even two hundred years. It was absolutely not something killing intent and willpower could erase.
No matter how formidable the Great Heavenly Demon Palace's Martial Skills were, they could scarcely bridge that gap.
Huang Daochu's choice meant he was risking his life to save Leng Tieya's.
A trace of shame suddenly rose in Leng Tieya's heart.
He had originally thought they would flee separately and leave it to fate—whoever the old fellow pursued first would simply be unlucky.
Yet Huang Daochu had done this, giving up his own chance to escape, even though the two of them had only an ordinary friendship.
He shook his head.
His original plan had been to lure the old man into pursuing him, then at the critical moment directly break through space and escape alive. After all, he had the Void-Breaking Demonic Artifact.