Watching Shen Haoran's retreating back, Shen Cheng sneered, with no intention of immediately giving chase.
"Run. Let's see how far you can get. This is my territory!" Shen Cheng sneered. Once Shen Haoran had vanished from sight, Shen Cheng finally made his move.
Shen Cheng took a single step. Though it looked casual, he instantly vanished from sight. This was control over space—the ability to shrink the ground to an inch. Only a Spirit Emperor Powerhouse could achieve such a feat.
Shen Haoran sprinted through the dense forest. The excruciating pain wracking his body made him wish for death, but he didn't dare slow down. Shen Cheng's aura was closing in fast. If he was caught, Shen Cheng would surely torture him to death. Shen Haoran knew all too well the depth of Shen Cheng's hatred for him—it was a resentment so profound he would sell his soul for it.
