How is this possible!
Wen Xiong was continuously pushed down in shock, especially since he didn't know what the other side had done—his realm fell all the way back to the Realm of Transcendence...
This wasn't some temporary suppressive ability; this was a permanent drop in realm.
He could feel the vast Sea of Spiritual Power shrink drastically in an instant.
Now, he was thoroughly at the Realm of Transcendence.
In this moment, Wen Xiong felt as if the sky was falling!
He wanted to warn his companions ahead, but upon turning, where were his companions? All of them had run off.
In this moment, Wen Xiong was nearly driven mad with rage, thinking they were all untrustworthy bastards.
"Deal with you later, let me finish off this one first."
Han Yu coldly sneered, then suddenly delivered a punch like a cannon. Wen Xiong stared blankly at the collapsed area on his chest; he wasn't Yi Hong, who had the ability to deflect some of the force.
After being firmly hit with a punch, Wen Xiong felt as if he'd been baptized by lightning, feeling sore, numb, and in pain!
When Han Yu's second punch hammered down again, Wen Xiong, now reduced to a mere Transcendence Realm cultivator, was shaken by the aftermath, blood staining the sky as he closed his eyes and was smashed into a mountain crevice.
Meanwhile, Gu Feng and Yi Hong were racing one after the other, knowing that if nothing unexpected happened, Wen Xiong was definitely finished.
"What if we separate?"
Yi Hong quickly thought and shouted forward.
Gu Feng turned his head, saw his flickering gaze, and immediately said, "No need, Wen Xiong can at least delay for a while, enough for us to escape."
Though he said this, Gu Feng in his heart mourned for him, knowing that even the three of them together couldn't kill that guy, so leaving only Wen Xiong might not last long.
Seeing the other unmoved, Yi Hong silently altered his course, sprinting away with a hint of splitting up.
Unexpectedly, Gu Feng also suddenly changed his direction to follow him, making Yi Hong alter his path again, and Gu Feng followed suit.
Over and again, Yi Hong changed three times, and Gu Feng followed all three.
"What are you doing?"
Yi Hong suddenly felt chaotic, quickly questioning.
Gu Feng turned back with a sly smile, "Law of the Jungle!"
In the forest, if two antelopes encountered a lion, separating would give both a fifty-fifty chance of being caught by the lion.
But if both ran the same direction, it's a sure loss for the slower one.
Unluckily, Yi Hong was thinking of splitting the risk and even believed he had a better chance of the other targeting Gu Feng.
As long as Gu Feng delayed for a moment and got into the sea area, the other party might not dare follow him too deep.
Gu Feng, on the other hand, hoped Yi Hong would cover the rear, believing the other wouldn't ignore someone at arm's reach to chase him. As long as Yi Hong delayed a moment, Han Yu would not be able to handle him once inside the sea.
Moreover, Gu Feng thought deeper, knowing the doctor had used them, possibly waiting in the sea area ahead. Even if Han Yu eventually caught up, there was no fear—just direct the trouble to the doctor.
Both with ulterior motives, Gu Feng's words hit home, making Yi Hong fly into a rage, "So you want me to cover the rear, huh?"
Gu Feng remained silent, his actions had already explained everything.
The sound of slicing air came swiftly from behind, both hadn't considered that Wen Xiong could not last even for a moment.
From afar, they could already see a disordered figure—it was Han Yu, casually draped in a robe.
Both felt their hearts skip a beat, thinking what to do now that this guy was even faster than them?
"Trying to catch both of them won't be easy."
In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit crossed its arms, shaking its head.
In its view, if the opposite side split now, Han Yu would face a choice, and by the time he caught one, the other would have already escaped into the sea area.
Once submerged randomly, Han Yu wouldn't be able to find them.
"Grab them, catching one is better than none."
Han Yu was determined to keep some around to eat Pills; otherwise, he wouldn't have left Wen Xiong in the Realm of Transcendence, severely injured.
As for how many he could catch, best would be all three, leaving them intact.
Not much hope though.
Yet as the chase went on, Han Yu's grin nearly reached his nape as he pointed at the two figures ahead and laughed.
"Those two fools didn't run separately."
With this, as long as he acted quickly enough, it might be possible to keep both.
Yi Hong was equally anxious, crying out, "He's so fast, neither of us can get away unscathed."
Gu Feng glanced back at the approaching figure, then gave Yi Hong a strange look suddenly, laughing, "I have faith in you."
What faith?
Naturally, the faith in stalling for time.
With his ability to divert, Yi Hong could withstand more than any other equal cultivator.
Yi Hong was so angry he could grind his teeth, annoyed not only with the forced rear guard but also suspecting this bastard had an ace up his sleeve.
The latter troubled him most for he held no trump card!
If caught by that guy, it'd truly be life and death unknown.
"Pull me up, and I promise a great reward afterward."
He could only grit his teeth and speak forward.
Gu Feng refused without thinking, he shook his head, "I'm full of shortcomings, but I have one strong point: in the face of life and death, I never get greedy."
Han Yu's distance was drawn closer and closer, down to less than half a kilometer, when a sudden surge of flames erupted behind him, a violent explosion that directly pushed his speed to double.
Damn it, which lunatic played with Fire Divine Power until it exploded, are they suicidal?
Though the two of them were well-versed and knowledgeable, yet they simultaneously looked at him like he was a lunatic, followed by a chilling sensation.
Because Yi Hong was only less than a hundred meters away, this distance to cultivators like them was no different from being within arm's reach.
"To friendship!"
In the midst of extreme panic, Yi Hong suddenly pulled out a porcelain bottle and took a swig.
"Damn, you have Drunken Immortal Brew! You'd rather drink it alone without sharing it with me!"
Yi Hong yelled out in anger.
This thing is a product of the Holy Sect, originally concocted to complement Ghost Series Cultivation Techniques.
But few people have it, because the cost of acquiring it and the effect of using it are extremely unequal, categorized as a failed product, if you want it, you have to make it yourself.
Moreover, in terms of effectiveness, these cultivators of the Divine Platform Realm are really unimpressed.
Not to mention them, even those few subordinates at the Realm of Transcendence who have split their souls are unimpressed by this thing, which is telling enough.
Yet who would have thought that this old fox Gu Feng would think of concocting a bottle for himself.
This thing isn't exactly strong, but it's not weak either, it's just a bit of a mixed bag.
While enhancing Ghost Series Body Techniques, it continuously burns Spiritual Power until the elixir is depleted, useful for escaping, but ordinarily, they never encounter such desperate situations.
So in this kind of occasion, Drunken Immortal Brew is indeed a life-saving remedy.
No wonder... No wonder this bastard had the confidence to have me cover the rear.
In utter despair, Yi Hong shuddered suddenly, a creepy laugh resounded in his ears...
...
Startled awake from a dying illness, Chicken Feather Gall was also frightened by the creepy laugh, forcing himself to roll off the bed.
Then he discovered the source of the laugh was Witty Ghost.
Unfortunately, he was currently weak and in extreme discomfort, even moving was immensely difficult, otherwise he would at least give him a slap to settle the score.
"How's it going?"
He slumped powerlessly under the bed and asked.
Although the commotion twenty kilometers away couldn't be heard here, Liu Zongyuan's murderous expression when he left was certainly worrying.
Did he get into a fight?
What if it reaches here?
Should we withdraw first or not?
Chicken Feather Gall had to make all these decisions immediately, so he initially got everyone together through Witty Ghost, making all necessary preparations for evacuation, and then sent Witty Ghost and several Palace Guard to sneak a peek in the direction Liu Zongyuan went.
In the end, the group of Palace Guard reached the scene, only to find it in ruins, along with a gravely injured Liu Zongyuan.
"Then why are you laughing?"
Chicken Feather Gall scolded irritably.
Witty Ghost chuckled, smugly saying, "We saw he was about to die, made a bold decision..."
Chicken Feather Gall instantly felt a chill all over, surely they wouldn't seize the chance to kill him, would they? Could a bunch of weaklings kill such a powerful injured individual?
This kind of person was far beyond his imagination, surely they wouldn't die at the hands of this bunch of small fries?
"We decided not to help him, turned away and left."
Witty Ghost said smugly, almost causing Chicken Feather Gall to cough up blood in anger.
"Did he wake up?"
Chicken Feather Gall suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked.
"He woke up, he didn't oppose us leaving, quite amicable."
Witty Ghost spoke with a grin.
"Come a bit closer."
Chicken Feather Gall ordered coldly, making him come up close, squatting down to speak.
When he got close, whack! Chicken Feather Gall finally mustered his strength to give him a weak smack.
Truly idiotic, why bother finding him if you're not going to help, having found him, you bolt off on seeing him, isn't this just making enemies for no reason! Who knows if cultivators of this realm are petty?
What if Liu Zongyuan didn't die and comes for trouble?
"There's one more thing, we seemed to see Mr. Han's Divine Techniques on the horizon."
Witty Ghost suddenly added.
Which led to Chicken Feather Gall exerting himself to smack him on the forehead, "Can't you put important things up front?"
If Han Yu is back, then it's settled, this place should be safe.
As for Liu Zongyuan...
"You should bring him back!"
Chicken Feather Gall waved his hand in despair, these fools, next time, don't just barge in if you're not going to help, damn it!
