"That kid is a monster. Run away, run away fast..."
Only the living can claim kingship and domination.
The green hills remain.
...
"We can't win," Han Tao desperately fled at high speed. Cultivators from the Far Sea often climbed up from the very bottom, but as a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, he should have been able to stand on his own. It had been a long time since he had to flee.
But that Modern Cultivator forced him to retreat, to run away!
His Supreme heart lay shattered, uncertain if his Emperor Immortal Heart still existed, his spirit flickered like the remnant flame of a candle, and the Heart Demon loomed like a shadow beneath that trembling light, always poised to vanish or appear.
Perhaps that Modern Heretic was adept in the techniques of the Heart Demon or illusion. But it didn't matter now because he knew he couldn't maintain his combat power for the time being.
