"Hehehe! The little brat from 'Shenxiao Dao Sect' sure is clever, but in front of me, you still can't escape death!"
The patch of white clouds on the horizon suddenly turned into a mass of black clouds, and a gust of sinister wind churned within the sea of clouds. Elder Hou Yingchen from the 'Netherworld Ghost Sect' was chasing after Li Yunjing.
The black cloud, several hundred zhang* in size, flew extremely fast. Before long, it had nearly closed the distance with Li Yunjing.
"Damn it! What are the elders of the sect doing? How did they let this old demon into the 'Transverse Mountain Range'? They haven't caught him in six months?"
Li Yunjing turned his head to take a look, shivering in fear, and sped up his escape.
The pursuer was undoubtedly a Golden Core Realm expert, and he stood no chance of resisting. He had to flee as far as possible!
