Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wang Quan raced away in escape light, fleeing tens of thousands of miles before finally landing on a barren mountain.
"It should be safe here, right?"
He gazed in the False Reincarnation King's direction. "I wonder whether that fellow got away!"
Just then, he saw the distant sky turn pitch-black.
Suddenly, two things resembling eyes appeared in the dark sky.
Then two beams of white light shot out, shining down.
A great black banner rose into the air, blocking the white light.
But the very next instant, the black banner exploded, and the creature behind it was sent flying by the white light.
"Looks like the False Reincarnation King is dead."
"What a pity. My Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust has already suffered a loss before I've even formally refined it."
Whoosh!
A streak of white light came howling toward him.
Wang Quan blinked, unable to react in time. "What was that just now?"
The next instant:
Boom!
The barren mountain beneath his feet exploded. Dust billowed, and the mountain vanished, replaced by a deep crater.
Inside the crater, magma splattered outward like a spiderweb.
Splash!
The magma churned, and a tattered black banner appeared.
Then a large hand seized the flagpole, dragging the False Reincarnation King's body into view.
Seeing this, Wang Quan silently opened his mouth and spat out streak after streak of escape light.
Bang! Whoosh!
He was gone.
Vaguely, he could still hear the False Reincarnation King calling him "brother" and saying something or other.
"Heh, brother? If you were my brother, you shouldn't drag me down!"
"If you were my brother, you should stay far away from me!"
"Brother, it's not that I refuse to help. Your power to rally a crowd is just too strong: one more of me makes