Chapter 98 Escape

Chapter 98: Escaping

A flash of light appeared, and Zhang Yuhe emerged at another teleportation platform.

He struck out with a backhand, shattering the teleportation platform, then quickly transformed into a streak of light and flew away into the distance.

Wu Tian stood in the sky above the valley.

He watched helplessly as a flash of light appeared, and Zhang Yuhe vanished from the teleportation platform.

He immediately went to the teleportation platform, forming hand seals to try and activate the teleportation array to pursue him.

However, after a long while of tinkering, the teleportation platform remained completely motionless.

Wu Tian knew.

It must be that the teleportation platform on the other side had already been destroyed by Zhang Yuhe.

Without a corresponding teleportation destination.

The teleportation platform in front of him was now completely useless.

Thinking of this, an unnamable rage surged within Wu Tian.

He waved his hand and slammed the teleportation platform into pieces with a vicious strike.

Not long after, several other Demon Race Mahayana Cultivators arrived one after another.

"First Demon God Guard, where is that Dao Saint Sect Mahayana Cultivator?"

"He ran away."

Wu Tian replied with a vexed expression.

"How is that possible? That person is only a Mahayana Early Stage, how could he have escaped from your hands?"

"He had set up a temporary teleportation array here in advance; now he has long since teleported to who knows where."

Hearing Wu Tian's words, the others were also extremely frustrated.

Everyone felt a full-blown anger with nowhere to vent.

The person had already teleported away; they couldn't catch up even if they wanted to.

Everyone had chased with all their might, wanting to resolve Zhang Yuhe once and for all.

The result was like punching cotton.

This feeling was incredibly unpleasant.

Of course, more importantly, they had actually lost a Demon God Guard.

What they initially thought would be a crushing victory now seemed not to be the case.

Although on the surface, they still held the advantage.

However, to ultimately convert this advantage into a decisive victory, there might still be a long way to go.

After a while, a streak of light flew from the distance.

Mo Yuetian appeared.

Everyone shouted in unison.

"Greetings, Palace Lord."

Mo Yuetian's face was grim; he swept his cold gaze across the crowd, then solemnly asked.

"Yin Gaoyuan is dead?"

The First Demon God Guard opened his mouth, then stammered in reply.

"Yes, Palace Lord."

How embarrassing.

Wu Tian felt it was truly unspeakable.

Outnumbered, yet the opponent managed to kill one of their own.

Mo Yuetian continued to ask.

"The opponent escaped?"

Everyone fell silent; no one dared to speak.

One of their Mahayana Cultivators had died, and in the end, they couldn't even catch the opponent's tail.

One should know that they had thirteen Mahayana Cultivators.

Even if the others were a bit further away.

There were still five people who could come to support nearby.

Among them was the First Demon God Guard, Wu Tian, a Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator.

But despite this, the opponent still managed to kill one person and escape calmly.

This was practically tearing off everyone's face and rubbing it hard on the ground.

Mo Yuetian naturally already knew the outcome; he just had nowhere to vent his anger.

He could only take it out on the Twelve Demon God Guards.

No, now there should only be eleven Demon God Guards left.

Because Yin Gaoyuan had already been killed by Zhang Yuhe.

"Let's go, we'll go take a look."

Mo Yuetian flicked his sleeve, then transformed into a streak of light and flew into the distance.

Soon, everyone arrived at the previous battlefield.

The scene was a mess.

On the ground was a massive pit, dozens of miles in circumference and bottomless.

Cracks were densely spread throughout the Void Realm.

Even after some time had passed, these cracks had not fully healed.

The power of a Mahayana Cultivator self-detonating their Nascent Soul was indeed not to be underestimated.

Besides this, Sword Qi crisscrossed the scene, and the Qi of various attributes remained wildly violent.

This was the power Zhang Yuhe unleashed at the end.

Silently sensing the surrounding Qi.

Mo Yuetian slowly said.

"This person's strength is not weak, but certainly not formidable, so why was he able to kill Yin Gaoyuan in such a short time?"

Everyone remained silent.

They also found it strange.

Normally, a battle between Mahayana Cultivators, to determine a victor, could take a long time.

Not to mention directly killing the opponent.

Zhang Yuhe's Qi, they saw clearly, was indeed Mahayana Early Stage without a doubt.

But why could he kill Yin Gaoyuan in a short time?

If they didn't figure out this problem, they wouldn't sleep peacefully.

After a long while, Wu Tian suddenly speculated.

"Could it be that the opponent used some method left behind by an Immortal?

For example, a one-time item like an Immortal Talisman?"

"It should be so."

"It must be so."

Hearing Wu Tian's speculation, everyone nodded in agreement.

Because besides this explanation, they really couldn't think of any other reason.

Let alone being of the same Mahayana Early Stage.

Even a Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator would have to put in some effort to kill a Mahayana Early Stage Cultivator.

And that's if the opponent doesn't run away.

Once the opponent chooses to flee, it's also quite difficult for a Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator to kill a Mahayana Early Stage Cultivator.

"Palace Lord, how should we respond now? Do we need to adjust our arrangements?"

Wu Tian asked Mo Yuetian.

"No need, everything remains as is. Everyone strengthen your vigilance. If the opponent dares to come again, we must find a way to keep him here."

Mo Yuetian said viciously.

Losing one Mahayana Demon Race Cultivator.

For them, although it was a huge blow.

It wasn't enough to be crippling.

After all, they still had twelve Mahayana Cultivators.

They still held the advantage.

He believed that even if the Dao Saint Sect still had one-time lethal items left by Immortals, there wouldn't be too many.

As long as the Demon Race was careful in their defense, they would certainly not let the opponent seize an opportunity for a sneak attack again.

Everyone continued to discuss some other details, then dispersed.

They still had to guard the army and continue to advance.

A streak of light streaked across the sky and quickly descended into a valley.

Zhang Yuhe appeared.

With a flash of sword light, a temporary Immortal Cave was quickly excavated by him.

He walked into the temporary Immortal Cave and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

It was really a bit dangerous just now.

Zhang Yuhe had not expected the Demon Race's defenses to be so tight.

He had just started to act when he was caught by a Mahayana Demon Race Cultivator.

If he hadn't decisively acted and fully unleashed his power to kill that Mahayana Demon Race Cultivator.

He would have definitely been entangled.

As the subsequent Mahayana Demon Race Cultivators arrived, it would have been even harder for him to escape.

Zhang Yuhe sat cross-legged in the Immortal Cave, silently pondering.

He was summarizing the recent battle.

In terms of strength.

In a one-on-one situation, apart from those two Mahayana Late Stage Demon Race Cultivators.

He wasn't afraid of anyone else; he could completely defeat them.

He could even, with some effort, kill a Mahayana Demon Race Cultivator.

The current problem was that the number of Mahayana Demon Race Cultivators was simply too large.

As soon as he revealed himself, he could easily be surrounded and attacked by the opponent.

This time, he had set up a teleportation array in advance.

Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to escape just now.

The Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator who was chasing him, although he didn't seem to specialize in speed.

He wasn't slower than him and could always hang behind him.

If the standoff continued, his situation would only become more and more dangerous.

Because he wouldn't have any support, while the Demon Race could encircle him from different routes.

If he couldn't quickly shake off the opponent, he would sooner or later be surrounded.

"It seems I need to be more cautious from now on."

Zhang Yuhe murmured to himself.

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