Another direction.
Under the pitch-black moonlight.
In the steep mountain forest.
True Master Wuji moved swiftly, wearing a mask, with muscles bulging all over his body, the air whistling past, desperately fleeing at top speed, each step covering dozens of meters, pushing his power to the extreme.
Several times, he tried to shake off Chen Xuantian but failed.
Chen Xuantian's speed was terrifying, his body emitting a fierce aura, like a cold, fearsome dragon; no matter how Wuji changed direction, it was useless, and the distance between them rapidly decreased.
The thick and terrifying aura caused True Master Wuji to feel a tinge of shock.
Seventy or eighty years have passed, and indeed Old Monster Chen has become even more terrifying.
"You wretched scoundrel, stay here for me!"
