"Do you still want to escape?"
The voice, wrapped in thunder, rumbled heavily across the lead-gray sky.
Fang Qingyu's figure turned into a dark gold lightning bolt, slicing through the wind and snow, firmly pursuing the hunched blood shadow darting wildly between the shadows of the giant glacier ahead.
Jiang Taixuan... or rather the current dominant [Taotie·Greed Body], had not flown high at all.
Instead, he skimmed the rugged icy surface like a phantom, weaving swiftly through the jagged ice towers and deep crevices.
Each change of direction dangerously leveraged the terrain to evade Fang Qingyu's momentary lock.
Leaving behind a realm of ice shards and snow mist blasted open by the lingering might of Shenxiao.
It didn't counterattack, didn't speak, not even a glance backward.
Those mutated eyes, one filled with vengeful bloodlust, the other burning with pure greed and brutality.
The only thought was to escape!
