Why Go So Far?

What was that sound?

The fleeing Devil Race suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Looking back, they saw a beam of light approaching them from the far distance.

As the distance decreased, the roaring sound became even louder.

"Oh no, they're coming for me."

Seeing the sudden burst of light, and its straight-to-hit stance, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Without slowing down, they quickly circled around the mountain peaks ahead, preparing to take a detour.

At this moment, Fang Zelin, who had already awakened his divine eye, kept a close eye on what lay ahead.

Fang Zelin, who hadn't noticed the Devil Race at first, suddenly spotted him when he made a sudden turn, trying to escape in another direction.

"Since you're here, then stay!"

Upon discovering the Devil Race, and fearing that the demon would escape again, Fang Zelin immediately increased his speed to the maximum.

The Devil Race, still fleeing, were hoping to escape the evil star behind them.

Unexpectedly, his fear caused him to leak his aura while casting the spell, completely exposing his whereabouts.

Seeing Fang Zelin roar and give chase, the Devil Race had nowhere to run.

I couldn't help but look back one last time.

Seeing that Fang Zelin was the only attacker, he felt slightly relieved.

"No, this guy is chasing us too closely. We can't shake him off yet. If we don't get rid of him, I'm afraid more and more cultivators will come after us."

As the Devil Race watched Fang Zelin approach, a ripple of emotion stirred within them.

How can this cultivator be so fast?

It seems the opponent wasn't using the speed of Divine Movement on Land.

Even this Earth-Escaping Golden Light shouldn't be able to catch up with me.

He knew these cultivators very well; otherwise, he wouldn't have come alone to try and obtain their fortune.

The cultivator in front of him was indeed rather strange, which made him harden his heart and stop abruptly.

There's no way to shake him off.

If we don't resolve this directly, other cultivators will come to the front lines to surround us.

Now that this cultivator has been dealt with, he can find a place to use his escape technique to conceal himself, and there shouldn't be any more problems.

Has it stopped?

Fang Zelin was chasing closely behind when he suddenly saw the fleeing light in front of him stop, and he was slightly taken aback.

But the speed showed no sign of stopping.

It's good that they stopped; it saves us from having to keep chasing them.

A few breaths later, Fang Zelin rode Bearing the Heavens to his side.

Once the light faded, Fang Zelin appeared before them.

Upon closer inspection, the person in front of him was clearly just a young man, seemingly no different from an ordinary person.

However, faint red wisps emanated from the other person's body, appearing particularly eerie as they swirled around them.

"So you are a member of the Devil Race race?"

Fang Zelin looked at the other person carefully.

It wasn't that he wanted to waste time or stall for time while waiting for other fellow cultivators to arrive.

This was his first time encountering people of the Devil Race race, and he was eager to learn more about them.

To avoid encountering the same situation again in the future and still being completely unaware.

With Fang Zelin's discerning eye at this moment, he could sense a trace of violent and fierce aura rising from the other party's body.

Apart from that, nothing else could be perceived.

Looking at the other person's face, it was still the same as it appeared before my eyes.

It seems that this is what the other party originally looked like, or perhaps it is.

The other party was disguised, but Fang Zelin simply couldn't see through it.

"So it was you. I was wondering who would dare to chase after me alone like this."

When Bai Anmin saw the disappearing light reveal Fang Zelin, his eyes twitched slightly.

Isn't this the cultivator who killed four of his great demons before?

Looking at the sword hovering beside the other person.

The sharp sword intent emanating from the sword made his heart pound.

He kept cursing inwardly.

This is really bad. I never expected that the guy chasing us would be Fang Zelin.

He has no way of winning against this guy.

If he had known it would be this guy chasing after him, he would have just run away!

Do you know me?

Fang Zelin was taken aback upon hearing this, as he did not recall ever meeting the other party before.

How did the other party know about him?

Doubts arose in his mind, but Fang Zelin quickly came to his senses.

"I understand. You must have been hiding in the shadows when those demons were killed."

They've only made a handful of moves here.

The other party couldn't possibly be hiding in a village or city; it must have been when Fang Zelin revealed himself to those demons.

It just so happens that the other party saw it.

After thinking it over, the only likely possibility is that the other party saw him make his move last time.

The number of those demons was not good, and there were quite a few powerful demons among them.

It's not easy for the other side to gather these fairies, so it's quite possible they're observing from the shadows.

Upon hearing this, Bai Anmin did not reply. Instead, he introduced himself, "I am Bai Anmin, and I am also one of the Devil Race you mentioned."

"I have not harmed anyone since I arrived here, nor have I done anything outrageous. If we stop fighting today, I will return and not come back. What do you say?"

Bai Anmin looked directly at Fang Zelin and said something.

He didn't want to say such pleading words.

However, upon seeing the spirit sword beside the other party, the pressure on him increased significantly.

If we can avoid taking action, that would be the best outcome.

But if they were to fight, the outcome would be unpredictable.

"In search of you, a fellow Daoist has already ascended to immortality. If I don't capture you, I will find it difficult to return and explain to that fellow Daoist."

Fang Zelin shook his head, his expression stern.

Seeing that Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi had sacrificed himself to preserve the cultivators' fortune, he glimpsed some of the secrets of heaven.

Given such a huge price to pay, why would he release the guy in front of him now?

Fang Zelin, however, felt he couldn't do it.

If he were to return empty-handed, he wouldn't know how to explain it to his fellow Daoists, nor how to face the grave of Daoist Guangchengzi.

"Don't think I'm truly afraid of you. It's just that our cultivation is not easy, and we are all pursuing our own cultivation and longevity. Our paths may differ, but our goals are the same."

Why must we fight each other like this?

"Hmph, since you dare to steal a cultivator's fortune, you must understand the path of cultivation. Saying such things is rather laughable."

Fang Zelin, at this moment, had no intention of arguing whatsoever.

He was still scrutinizing the other person, trying to discern as many differences as possible.

However, after looking for a long time, he still couldn't see anything that would allow him to identify the Devil Race at a glance.