Hearing the Demon Refining Sage's words, Zhang Huanjin and the others narrowed their eyes.
"You think I'd believe such an attempt to sow discord?"
"Believe it or not, that's up to you. But the Nine Domains are boundless. If you miss this chance, then the next time you want to capture members of the Devil Race, they would have to walk into your net themselves.
Otherwise, it will be harder than climbing to the heavens," the Demon Refining Sage replied.
Zhang Huanjin cast Elder Mo a profound look and said, "Keep an eye on those three. I'll go after that kid."
As he spoke, he tore open the void before him and chased after Xu Zimo, following his location.
The void shifted continuously. Sacred Might surged around Zhang Huanjin, and he believed his speed far surpassed Xu Zimo's.
He did not know where in the void he had traveled; he merely followed the aura Xu Zimo had left behind while fleeing.
Finally, not far ahead, he saw Xu Zimo's figure.
Though that figure flashed past in an instant, he still caught sight of it.
Zhang Huanjin tore apart the void before him. Without realizing it, he had already arrived outside the Purple Cloud Holy Land.
Xu Zimo stood ahead, looking at him with a smile.
He did not look like he was fleeing at all. Instead, he seemed to have been waiting specifically for him.
"Remnant of the Devil Race, surrender at once!" Zhang Huanjin spread his hand, unwilling to waste words on Xu Zimo.
That enormous palm was as heavy as a mountain, crashing down in suppression.
"What's the rush?" Xu Zimo laughed.
"After all, I'm not going to run. I'm more worried that you'll run."
As the giant palm descended, a bang rang out. Another huge palm extended