The towering, burly figure standing between him and Deadwater like an impassable wall was none other than the Alligator Dragon General.
Lu Feng had not expected the fellow to catch up after all. After a moment's thought, he turned and fled without hesitation.
Not only were this fellow's attacks and defenses terrifying, but his speed also surpassed Lu Feng's. Lu Feng did not believe he could get past him and escape.
Although there were still masses of pursuers behind him, in Lu Feng's eyes, all of them combined were less dangerous than the saber in that giant's hand.
The Alligator Dragon General had gone around the Fallen Soul Abyss, but he still had his reservations and dared not venture too deep into the Abyss, searching only along Deadwater. As he saw it, that man belonged to the Immortal Race and certainly would not dare go deep into the Abyss either. He should only be lingering around Deadwater.
Although his lack of understanding of Lu Feng had led him to guess wrong, a twist of fate had nevertheless driven Lu Feng straight toward him.
"Where do you think you're running?" Seeing Lu Feng try to flee, the Alligator Dragon General shook his long saber and charged after him with great, meteoric strides.
According to the intelligence he had received, there were no powerful cultivators left in the area where the Eight Demon Gate Sects had deployed their defenses near the Fallen Soul Abyss. Moreover, his side would soon seize the Fallen Soul Abyss. If he killed this man quickly without venturing too deep, he could still fight his way out of the encirclement and withdraw unscathed.
Lu Feng certainly did not dare fight him. Sweeping his gaze over his surroundings, he found a relatively weak point among the Ten Thousand Poisons