Li Yan knew that countless peerless experts must have been concealed in the shadows to give him such a terrifying feeling.
Under these circumstances, even if Li Yan somehow managed to meet Zhao Min,
trying to take her away would undoubtedly be the ravings of a fool.
Even if they could not be bothered to act personally and let him leave the Holy Devil Palace, a single casual order would suffice. Any random person below the mountainside might be able to slap Li Yan to death.
Leaving aside the old monsters hidden within those sects and Lineages, Li Yan had already seen Gold Core Realm cultivators as numerous as hairs on an ox within the city alone.
Before coming, Li Yan had still harbored a sliver of hope. Although he knew how immense the Holy Devil Palace was, he had wanted to try anyway; otherwise, he would never give up.
But once he entered the city, he realized it had all been wishful thinking. Every last scrap of hope was snuffed out.
Strength. I need tremendous strength!
As he flew, Li Yan clenched his hands inside his robes. At that moment, he felt his helplessness and insignificance more keenly than ever. He needed to plan his next move carefully.
This visit to the Holy Devil Palace had not been entirely fruitless. He had purchased many jade slips concerning the Lost Continent, along with several decent defensive talismans and three bottles of pills.
Li Yan was not short of magical treasures. He still had several on him, all acquired during the great war against the devil cultivators on the Desolate Moon Continent. However, none of them particularly suited him.
They could only serve a few supporting purposes.
The immortal arts of the Gui Water Immortal Sect were poorly suited to other