Fang Yuan and Bai Yutang were even worse.
Before setting out, the two had hidden away together and plastered every top-grade Swift Travel Talisman they owned onto themselves. Even their underpants had three layers stuck on both the inside and outside.
Once they started running, they were even a little faster than Chun Xiaobai.
Only Zhang Xuanhe and the other four upright old fellows were left far behind, taking the first wave of attacks squarely on the chin.
Li Tianxing and his men were determined to keep these ten Emperor Pavilion Envoys from escaping. They hurled all manner of Demonic Path attacks at them as though they cost nothing.
Zhang Xuanhe and the others could only fling talismans behind them as though those cost nothing either.
Yet these talismans seemed to do little good.
Against the demonic qi, the defensive talismans they threw out were like paper constructions, punctured with a single poke.
For instance, they had just thrown out a Vajra Wall Talisman, forming a transparent defensive wall behind them.
But a Demonic Path elder casually unleashed a Ghost Claw, piercing straight through the barrier and reaching for their backsides.
With a wet splurt, blood sprayed out.
Lu Qingshan had it worst of all.
Although he had been lucky enough to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he was still only at Nascent Soul.
After several rounds of attacks, the armor covering his backside had long since been shredded.
Fortunately, he had realized early on that this line of work was a high-risk business. He had stocked up on lifesaving pills, magical artifacts, and talismans, which barely allowed him to hold on.
But compared with slippery fellows like Bai Yutang, his preparations were still far from sufficient.
Before long, he had fallen to the very rear.
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