"Why aren't you running!"
Yuan Qingque looked at Ming Zun in front of him, asking with a strange expression.
"In front of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, what's the difference between running and not running?"
Ming Zun retorted.
"True!"
After hearing this, Yuan Qingque nodded lightly. Then, the void in front of him twisted, and the escaping White Bone Demon King suddenly flew towards him.
"Impossible! How could I die here!"
The White Bone Demon King shouted in horror, stopping his Escaping Light and changing direction, trying to flee East Continent.
Unfortunately, in front of Yuan Qingque, who had already cultivated the Void, everything he did was in vain.
The Tai Peacekeeping Sword swung across, and White Bone Demon King felt an unprecedented threat of death. His eyes widened as he tried to activate his desperate Spell hidden in the depths of his chest.
But soon, he found himself unable to harness his Demonic Qi with his Divine Sense.
