Much to its disappointment, more than half of its thirty-four Transformed Demon Kings were trapped by the golden light, their fates obvious.
Today's battle shattered its great ambition completely.
Ao Tong had no thought of fighting back; it only wanted to quickly escape back to its lair to lick its wounds.
Shortly after, a streak of golden light suddenly appeared from behind, pursuing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Inadvertently glancing back, Ao Tong saw the golden light was once again catching up, and couldn't help but groan inwardly.
The next moment, it unhesitatingly used the "Life-saving" divine skills, and a large area of white flames suddenly burst forth from its body.
In the blink of an eye, another "Ao Tong" suddenly appeared, riding on black clouds to continue fleeing forward.
The real Ao Tong concealed its aura, silently transformed into a wisp of water vapor, and slowly descended into the mountains below.
