"Using the Beihai Demon Court to pressure me! Hmph!"
Yang Zhenshan snorted coldly, with no intention of holding back.
Perhaps if he let Shui Ji go, Shui Ji wouldn't entangle further, but he believed that Shui Ji would likely hold a grudge because he had stripped five hundred years of Shui Ji's lifespan just now, a resentment that couldn't be resolved.
Moreover, since the other party intended to rob him, he naturally wanted to do the same, knowing there was much Yin Spring Liquid in Shui Ji's possession, something he desired.
Seeing Yang Zhenshan about to catch up, Shui Ji immediately pierced through the Void, returning to the real world, with Yang Zhenshan closely following.
They were still deep within the Wanhua Mountain Range, and Shui Ji was escaping southward, not northward.
The two flew at extremely high speed, one chasing, one fleeing.
