Li Yan had resorted to the method he least wanted to use—gambling his life against the other party in the turbulent spatial currents. He knew that this method might one day cost him his life.
But when faced with such an old monster that rarely appeared in the world, he could only say that his luck was abysmal. The other party was at least at the mid-stage Integration Realm.
The higher a cultivator's realm, the greater the gap in strength. When facing an opponent just one minor realm below them, so long as that opponent lacked supreme secret arts and magic treasures, they could easily crush them to death.
As Li Yan continually prayed in his heart, begging all the gods and immortals for protection, he fled for his life without a care for anything else. The terrifying "Ghost Infant Beast" had pursued him into the turbulent spatial currents, yet even it revealed a horrified expression in the end.
It had never seen anyone dare flee through turbulent spatial currents at such speed. After pursuing for a certain distance, it decisively gave up the chase.
It had cultivated to its present level only with great difficulty. Naturally, it was unwilling to gamble its life against a minor cultivator.
It was certain that the human brat ahead of it had mastered the laws of space. Otherwise, how could he have avoided several deadly regions that even it could only detect after drawing close?
As the Ghost Infant Beast gave chase, sweat had already begun to bead across its forehead. At that speed, even it was not confident that it could stop in time.
If it plunged headlong into some unknown space, it would be too late for regrets.
After coming to a stop, it could only watch helplessly as that desperate