As Lu Feng met the Alligator Dragon General's gaze, he inwardly cursed his luck.
During their fierce battle earlier, it was not that he had not wanted to seize the chance to escape, but that he could not. Ahead stood a pillar of blood soaring into the sky, hiding dangers he could not begin to guess.
The battle between the two had swept across too wide an area, cutting off every direction in which he could flee.
By the time they had exhausted enough True Qi to rein themselves in slightly, the area outside was already encircled by layer upon layer of troops, packed so tightly that not even water could get through.
With the Rusty Sword's keen edge and the protection of the Five Directional Banners, he would still have had room to maneuver if that encirclement had not yet formed.
But his strength could not defy heaven itself. Once the encirclement became impenetrable, all he could do was gaze at it and sigh.
Seeing the deep conflict and bitter hatred between the two earlier, he had thought that once the demonic dragon fled, this hulking fellow called the Alligator Dragon General would give chase. Instead, the general had never forgotten him and now turned his attention back to him.
Looking at this member of the Immortal Race called Sun Jiuyang, the Alligator Dragon General considered many things.
Even while fighting the demonic dragon, he had spared some attention to observe what was happening here.
It was not arrogance, but confidence: even a Golden Immortal would not dare touch the shock waves of their battle. Yet although this member of the Immortal Race had seemed to struggle, his defenses had been watertight, and he had weathered it all without a scratch.
This man surely possessed a powerful treasure, and