"I did my best!"
Zhang Xuanting stopped speaking and, along with Ruan Tianhe, continued to flee.
However, during their escape, Zhang Xuanting suddenly noticed something was wrong. His movement became slower, and his internal energy was sluggish. At this moment, his speed of escaping was even slower than that of the elderly Martial Saint beside him.
Immediately, a cold, sinister laugh echoed from behind: "Zhang Xuanting, don't even think about escaping! You've been poisoned by the five Demon Lords' unique venom. Your movement is nowhere near what it used to be. Now, you're already at your limit!"
Zhang Xuanting's face turned ashen, knowing that the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's words were true. Given the current situation, it was only a matter of time before they were caught.
Since this was the case... his gaze turned cold as he looked at Ruan Tianhe and said coldly: "Since you've saved me once, why not save me a second time!"
"I am the last hope of the Northern Domain's human race, I cannot fall here!"
"Please, take care of the rear for me!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xuanting suddenly struck Ruan Tianhe's chest with a palm. The violent force of the palm sent Ruan Tianhe flying, straight toward the five Demon Lords.
"You bastard!" Ruan Tianhe cursed loudly, never expecting that after saving Zhang Xuanting, he would be repaid with such ingratitude! It was truly like the farmer saving the snake, only to be bitten!
Although Ruan Tianhe's purpose in saving Zhang Xuanting wasn't entirely selfless, he did save him!
"Haha, Zhang Xuanting, as expected of you! The other party saved you, and you repay kindness with harm!" The Heavenly Wind Demon Lord laughed loudly.
"Is this what you human race prides itself on? Benevolence and morality?"
Seeing Ruan Tianhe flying toward them, the five Demon Lords didn't even blink. They had long sensed his aura; he was just a Martial Saint.
He had only managed to save Zhang Xuanting due to his teleportation talent.
A mere Martial Saint was no match for any of the Demon Lords, they could crush him with a wave of their hand.
Zhang Xuanting also knew this very well. A Martial Saint could not stop the five Demon Lords. Without hesitation, he activated his bloodline power, his body enveloped in crimson escape light, and his speed suddenly skyrocketed!
During the escape, a delicate formation disc slid from his sleeve and into his palm. This item was a secret treasure of the Sun Moon Sect, different from bulky teleportation arrays; it was designed specifically for self-preservation.
With just a moment's focus, it could teleport the holder back to the sect's base!
Behind him, the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord's furious curses could be heard, but Zhang Xuanting paid no attention. Selfish? Bullshit, this is sacrificing small interests for the greater good!
After all, he was the last hope of the Northern Domain's human race!
Anyone in the Northern Domain could die, but he could not!
He was thinking of the survival of the human race!
Without hesitation, Zhang Xuanting activated the formation disc. The teleportation formation quickly formed, completely enveloping his figure.
— Done! This time, he would surely escape!
...
On the other side, Ruan Tianhe was sent flying by Zhang Xuanting's palm and was unable to move in front of the five Demon Lords' oppressive power.
The five Demon Lords didn't even glance at him. Only the Tian Luo Demon Lord casually snapped his fingers, shooting out a dark green poison beam.
Where the poison passed, even the air sizzled with corrosion.
The aura of death approached, and Ruan Tianhe felt as if his blood had frozen. Just as the moment of crisis arrived, an unprecedented will to survive exploded in his chest—
He couldn't just sit and wait for death!
He had to fight with all his might; he had to do something!
Thinking of this, Ruan Tianhe immediately shouted: "Your Majesty, save me—!"
The Tian Luo Demon Lord was momentarily stunned by the shout, then a cruel, mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Interesting, the prey is calling for help from another prey?
Although he didn't know who Ruan Tianhe was calling, in front of the five Demon Lords, it didn't matter who came—they were just another meal!
The next moment, the dark green poison beam pierced through Ruan Tianhe's chest, but just as it entered, something strange happened!
A dazzling halo exploded from Ruan Tianhe's body, and Tian Luo Demon Lord's pupils constricted. His soul-devouring poison should have drained the opponent instantly!
Why was this Martial Saint still glowing with vitality? And what was this halo?
Just as the five Demon Lords were uncertain, a figure emerged from the light—
A young man in a black robe stood calmly, his face handsome and serene, with his hands behind his back.
Upon seeing the newcomer, the Qinghua Demon Lord's breath caught, and his voice suddenly became sharp: "It's him, it's him! He's the one who killed our poison enemy!"
The other four Demon Lords were immediately enraged, their demonic energy flaring up!
This culprit had appeared on the battlefield in such a strange manner!
Previously, Zhang Xuanting had sworn that this young cultivator was not one of theirs, but now, it was an outright slap to the face!
"Your Majesty!" Ruan Tianhe's eyes lit up with overjoyed relief as he saw the familiar figure. This was it—he was saved now!
Fang Yuan scanned the five Demon Lords, his voice deep and serious: "Where is Zhang Xuanting?"
Before coming, Ruan Tianhe had informed him of the battle situation. Among the five great experts of the human race, only Zhang Xuanting was still barely alive.
Thus, Fang Yuan could not allow this final act of goodwill to slip away. He had to personally take charge!
"He fled in that direction!" Ruan Tianhe pointed urgently northeast.
"Good." Fang Yuan nodded, suddenly grabbing Ruan Tianhe's wrist. "You'd better hide inside me for now!"
Before Ruan Tianhe could respond, Fang Yuan pressed him into his chest. His body rippled like water and quickly returned to normal.
In the next instant, Fang Yuan transformed into a streak of black lightning, speeding toward the direction Zhang Xuanting had fled!
"Haha, he just showed up and he's already running! What a coward!" The Heavenly Wind Demon Lord sneered. "Let's go after him!"
They couldn't pass up a free meal!
However, the five Demon Lords, chasing through the air, were quickly outpaced. The black-robed youth moved like a shadow, vanishing into the distant sky after only a few flickers!
"Damn it!" The Qinghua Demon Lord stopped, unwilling to give up. "This brat is really good at escaping!"
Another Demon Lord scowled: "Not only did we let this kid slip away, but we couldn't catch Zhang Xuanting, who's severely injured!"
"No matter," the Heavenly Wind Demon Lord said proudly, though with some frustration. "This battle has been a great victory. Now, the Northern Domain's human race, with some strength, only has these two strays left..."
Before he finished speaking, the Qinghua Demon Lord narrowed his eyes: "Wait! That guy... he's coming back!"
The Demon Lords suddenly looked up, and sure enough, they saw the black figure return from the horizon, walking through the void!
The youth's handsome face carried a lazy smile, and in his hand—he was holding Zhang Xuanting's bloody severed head!
What was going on? Wasn't the opponent trying to escape? Had he instead deliberately caught up to kill Zhang Xuanting?