First Battle on the Lost Continent

Li Yan kept a low profile, and he killed the same way. Doing everything without gods or ghosts catching wind of it suited him best.

People who shouted at others and threatened to make their lives worse than death at the slightest provocation—

No matter how strong they were, they became the greatest enemy in everyone else's eyes, the one person everyone knew to watch.

Li Yan deliberately held back his speed. He seemed to be fleeing for his life, but every move had a purpose as he let his pursuers close the distance little by little.

Yet for a while, the six behind him simply could not catch up. It looked as though Li Yan, too, had staked his life on this flight, pouring all his power into escaping.

They streaked through the air like wind and lightning, one fleeing and six giving chase, both sides like bows drawn to their limit.

In just half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they had traveled nearly four thousand li from Mingdu City.

To the cultivator surnamed Min and his companions, it was unclear whether their quarry had panicked and chosen his route blindly or simply did not know the area around Mingdu City.

The Human Race cultivator flew into ever more remote country, and his speed kept falling.

The cultivator surnamed Min was delighted. His quarry was delivering a pillow just when he needed one.

He had originally planned to capture the Human Race brat first, take him into the wilderness, then force him to hand over every valuable thing he possessed.

After that, he would kill him and take his corpse to the Black Devil Race in exchange for even more rewards.

Cultivators came and went outside Mingdu City, so killing him outright there would