"Damn it, what do I do?"
The snake-faced middle-aged man was in a panic. Beneath his mask, his face was drained of all color.
He was a heretic cultivator, not some direct disciple from a major sect who had a top-tier Secret Technique like the North Peng Sky-dropping Skill up his sleeve!
Using conventional methods, it wasn't impossible to break the Wind Prison, but the time it would take... was more than enough for Su Ye to catch up to him!
"I'll risk it all!"
"Whatever trump cards I lose, that little bitch will have to pay me back for them!"
The snake-faced middle-aged man roared under his breath.
He only had one Divine Technique, which he had already activated.
But after years of burning, killing, and pillaging—of lawless profiteering—he naturally had a few trump cards up his sleeve to have avoided the long arm of the law for so long.
RIIIP!
