There was no time to wonder how these guys had provoked the Corpse Transformation Realm Demon Fiend. Yang An knew only one thing: run too slow, and there was only one possible outcome.
Time was too tight. In a desperate flight for his life, there was simply no time to immerse his consciousness in the Tree of Flesh and Blood to notify the Workshop Master to activate the transport.
He had to get out of here first and find somewhere safe.
Committing suicide to return his consciousness to his body was a last resort. While his life would be guaranteed, he wouldn't be able to bring many of his things back.
Even the members of the Scripture Defector Association had left their Storage Magical Artifacts outside before entering the Demon-Banning Stele.
Of course, if it truly became a matter of life and death, Yang An would absolutely prioritize his own survival. But that moment hadn't come, at least not yet.
