Tens of thousands of miles away.
Above the void, a figure shuttled by at extreme speed.
His chest heaved, panting violently, his face somewhat flushed.
That Peak of the Sub-Immortal Level Cultivation Base, though not in combat, erupted at this moment regardless.
He is... Wind Bell Battle Sovereign!
He didn't even look at everything behind him.
Will the disciples of the Divine Dao Religion die? Will the Heavenly Emperor Realm be left behind? How far did the Phoenix Sect chase?
All this was irrelevant to the Wind Bell Battle Sovereign!
He just wanted to live, just to live!!!
The scene of the Supreme Honor of the Sect of the Supreme Void being cut in half by the Sword Light lingered in his mind, never dissipating.
What kind of emotion is the Wind Bell Battle Sovereign experiencing at this moment?
It's fear!
Fear to the extreme!!!
"How could that Su Baliu be so powerful..."
"He's just a Seventh Grade Dao Venerable Realm!!!"
