Li Tian didn't even think about it and quickly slipped away.
Bang!
The squad leader was less than a thousand meters away from Li Tian, and a green palm shadow suddenly pressed down on him.
Li Tian suddenly felt the shadow above his head continue to expand, but he didn't think too much about it. He continued to generate spiritual power, and the immortal sword under his feet accelerated in the air. He swung it left and right, leaving a silver afterimage in the air.
It was as if a Silver River had been drawn in the air. However, the shadow of the Silver River quickly faded in the air.
Even so, the distance between the old man and himself had shrunk further, and the heavenly Fish Lake was still about twenty miles away.
This distance wasn't far for a tribulation passing stage eight cultivator, but there was a dog-like squad chasing after him. Li Tian's heart was stuck in his throat.
"This damn old man, you're really like a ghost that can't leave."
