"Farewell!"
Ling Chen only glanced at the site of the explosion briefly before abruptly turning and flying off rapidly on his sword toward the eastern sea.
"Do you think you can leave after injuring people?"
Capture God's face suddenly darkened. He charged forward, enveloped his body with True Qi, and transformed into a golden streak of light, pursuing swiftly.
At this moment, in the air where smoke billowed, the figure of the gray-robed elder gradually emerged. When the smoke dispersed, it revealed a charred figure, his clothes in tatters, his body a blur of flesh and blood, clearly heavily injured from the earlier explosion.
"You little bastard, if I don't tear you to pieces, I'll swear not to be human!"
The gray-robed elder was so infuriated his eyes nearly bulged out, spitting another mouthful of blood. However, he didn't stop to heal, but rather abruptly swallowed a black-brown elixir.
