One man and one Emperor Evil—one chasing, one fleeing—plunged deep into the heart of the Black Mist in the blink of an eye.
This place could already be considered the true territory of the Dark Mist Realm. The surrounding Black Mist was viscous as substance, the corrupting aura bit to the bone, and the laws of space were chaotic and strange.
Hidden evil nests lay scattered along the way, each one occupied by a native Emperor Evil of the Dark Mist Realm. Every one of them was a powerful Emperor Evil ruling over its own territory.
Yet when these Emperor Evils vaguely sensed the aura of the fleeing Heaven Python Evil Emperor ahead, along with the overwhelming pressure closely following behind it, every single one fell silent.
They had lived for countless years, and their sense of danger had long been carved into their instincts.
Before the Heaven Python Evil Emperor could even approach, these Emperor Evils, who usually dominated their territories with ferocity and arrogance, abandoned nests they had operated for years, left behind countless evil descendants, and vanished into the deeper Black Mist without a word. None of them dared involve themselves in this battle.
After seeing several evil nests in a row standing completely empty, the Heaven Python Evil Emperor was so enraged that it cursed endlessly in its heart.
It had deliberately fled toward the nests of major Emperor Evils, intending to use their forces to disrupt the battle, provoke other Emperor Evils into restraining the human cultivator behind it, and buy itself a chance to escape.
But it had never expected the Emperor Evils to be so incredibly sensitive to mortal danger. They fled in panic the moment they detected the distant aura, giving it no chance to borrow their strength and muddy the waters.