He Pingsheng had no idea what cultivation realm the white-templed cultivator was in. After receiving word that Wang Dun had escaped, the man's first thought was to imprison He Pingsheng again.
After all, He Pingsheng was the only person he had managed to identify so far who was on good terms with Wang Dun.
But when he looked at He Pingsheng again, the fellow was already at the entrance to the Grand Array.
So, even as the white-templed cultivator shouted, his boundless divine sense bore down on He Pingsheng, trying to pin him in place.
However, the distance was too great, and there were far too many cultivators at the entrance. Hundreds of Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators shared the burden of his divine sense when it crashed down. He was also worried that excessive pressure would crush He Pingsheng, so he held back.
Although the pressure pinned He Pingsheng down for an instant, he forced open a sliver of space with his formidable divine sense, then sent the spiritual power in his body surging into the [Golden-Pattern Cloud-Treading Boots] on his feet. With a burst of fivefold speed, he broke through the white-templed cultivator's pressure with a bang and entered the Grand Array in a fleeting flash of golden light.
Pfft...
Pfft, pfft...
The moment he entered the Grand Array surrounding Divine General Mountain, He Pingsheng spat out three mouthfuls of blood.
But it was nothing serious. Those mouthfuls of blood were merely the result of his blood and qi circulating poorly while he was under that pressure.
Once he spat them out, he was fine.
He had not been injured!
Whoosh...
After entering the formation, He Pingsheng immediately picked a direction and left.
There were far too many people at the entrance. If the white-templed cultivator sent someone after