How dare this so-called Spirit Clan from the Mo Yun Dog Family hang their necks before Zhu Lanruo's sharp blade?
Therefore, Lingxihua's escape route was the safe path on this mountainside. Only along this route, Jiang Wang didn't have to worry about Zhu Lanruo's ambush.
That's why he relentlessly pursued Lingxihua.
He didn't need to kill the now battle-shy Lingxihua; he merely wanted Lingxihua to pave the way for him!
Thus, the current scene emerged. On the winding mountain path, the heavily injured Lingxihua was desperately fleeing at the front, with the burning Flame City close behind, and then came Lu Qilang's silhouette with his sword spanning the sky.
Lingxihua didn't want to flee in other directions, but the damned Human Race's Sword Intent locked down the surroundings, leaving him only one choice!
Jiang Wang stood upon the Flame City, as if riding a speeding, magnificent war chariot, looking majestic.
