Old Demon Hehuan regretted it so bitterly his guts had turned green. Why had he insisted on provoking a deadly fiend like Xiao Yu to the bitter end?
Had he known things would turn out this way, he would have decisively backed down when Xiao Yu first broke his supernatural ability. Surely, if he had spoken politely to Xiao Yu then, the ensuing conflict would never have happened.
Even so, he should never have listened to that old Daoist Zhiyang's suggestion and entertained the idea of using the Immortal-Annihilating Pearl. His greatest mistake of all was actually putting that idea into action.
Now, even the chance of making peace had become vanishingly slim. All he could hope for was that Xiao Yu would not pursue him. Given just a little more time, he could escape this deadly fiend.
Just as Old Demon Hehuan was thinking this, peals of thunder suddenly seemed to ring through the clear sky.
His heart tightened, and he glanced back over his shoulder.
Several miles behind him, a golden figure with a pair of wings on his back flickered in and out of sight. Who else could it be but that damned Xiao Yu?
Each time the golden figure vanished and reappeared, he invariably closed a considerable portion of the distance between them.
The sight filled him with horror. At this rate, Xiao Yu would catch him in no time.
In his anxiety, Old Demon Hehuan opened his mouth and spat out a thick mouthful of essence blood.
His hands then raced through a series of seals. With a pop, the essence blood turned into blood mist and merged into his body, after which dazzling blood-red light blazed from him.
When the crimson light reached its most blinding intensity, Old Demon Hehuan glanced back at Xiao