When he saw Professor Mo suddenly charge at him with a blade, while the Evil Soul Masters under his command abruptly went to pieces, some dying and others turning traitor, Yan took to his heels without another word.
Yes, this time it was Yan who chose to flee without another word.
For an Evil Soul Master traveling the Douluo Continent, the most important thing was not learning how to kill or refine souls, but first mastering a miraculous art of escape.
There was no helping it. They could not stay holed up within the Sun Moon Empire forever. Once they set foot in the Douluo Three Kingdoms, they had to watch out for Shrek's pack of mad dogs sinking their teeth into them.
And so Professor Mo watched as Yan's long legs abruptly lengthened by several sections, becoming as powerful as an ostrich's as he raced across the ground of the Explosion Mountain Range, his strides swift as flight!
In just a few steps, he had covered at least a hundred meters. He genuinely left only three footprints over a hundred-meter stretch.
Thud-
Another solid, muffled impact rang out.
Just as Mo Fang had slammed into those hexagonal light screens earlier, Yan now crashed squarely into them.
Yan's head might indeed have been made of iron, for that single collision cracked the hexagonal light screens hanging in the air one after another.
But that brief delay was enough for Professor Mo's great blade to come flying over, slashing straight at Yan's head and face.
At that moment, the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Servants all stared wide-eyed, desperately pouring their Soul Power into the Linked Defensive Soul Tools they were responsible for, terrified that Yan might seize this chance to escape.
The Branch Altar elder and the First Holy Spirit were