This was the first time Li Yan's Disjointed Poison Body and the body refinement attacks of the Qiongqi Purgatory Art had proved ineffective against someone at his own cultivation level.
Even after using Five Elements Return to Primordial Chaos and the soul-attacking Guiyi Water-Parting Spike, he had failed to stop his opponent from escaping.
In the end, even Zi Kun and Qianji had been exposed, one after the other.
Under such circumstances, how could Li Yan still be willing to give chase? He had no other trump cards left and no confidence that he could swiftly kill the middle-aged man in black.
What Li Yan did not know was that letting his opponent escape this battle, after exposing the characteristics of his techniques, would bring him endless trouble once he ascended to the Immortal Spirit Realm.
After flying a thousand li without sensing any pursuit, the middle-aged man in black plunged straight into the forest below.
Muffled roars rang out one after another, and waves of cold seeped from the forest. In an instant, that small patch of land seemed to have entered the bitterest depths of winter.
The nearby low-level Demon Beasts had already fled in panic, hurrying far away. Those too slow to escape were frozen where they stood, their fate unknown.
The middle-aged man in black's soul had once again been wounded by that inexplicably strange magical treasure. Uncontrollable agony surged from the depths of his soul, while the magical power inside his body had also been frozen stiff. He urgently needed to recover.
Earlier, when the cold assailing him from within and without had sealed him in ice, he had known his opponent would seize the opportunity to launch a killing blow at any moment.
Yet he had not immediately counterattacked. Instead, he had waited for