He could no longer spare a thought for the army being slaughtered below.
They represented centuries of his painstaking efforts: his disciples, concubines, clansmen, and even descendants.
But right now, saving his own life came first!
As long as he escaped this battlefield churned into chaos by the fortune and killing intent of both armies;
with Qing Chen unable to draw on military formation power, he was confident that, one against one, his eight hundred years of cultivation and hidden trump cards would let him escape without any trouble!
As long as he lived, there was still hope.
For a Nascent Soul True Lord, as long as his Nascent Soul survived, he could spend resources to reforge his Dao body and rise again, without needing possession!
Hundred Poisons True Lord abruptly burned his essence blood and drew out the power of his Poison Path rules, his figure transforming into a streak of warped poisonous light;
he even damaged his own origin without hesitation, his speed surging as he fled outright!
"Trying to leave?"
A fierce gleam flashed through Qing Chen's eyes. How could he let a tiger return to its mountain?
He stamped down, shaking the void. Behind him, the third demonic aspect let out a silent roar and instantly merged with his figure!
Boom!
His qi and blood erupted like a volcano, and his entire body became a meteor of interwoven dark gold and blood-red, tearing through the sky in pursuit!
Accelerated by magnetic origin rule power.
His speed was actually a shade faster than Hundred Poisons True Lord's, even while the latter burned his essence blood!
"Junior! You've gone too far!"
Sensing the terrifying presence rapidly closing in from behind, Hundred Poisons True Lord was both shocked and furious.
He slapped the back of his head and opened