Su Zimo ran all the way toward the direction of Cang Lang Mountain Range in the snow. He ran faster and faster, his eyes clear, his gaze steady.
Su Zimo had barely shut his eyes and slept for the past half a month.
In addition to the fierce battle in the capital, Su Zimo was thoroughly exhausted. Although Su Zimo had the essence that was sealed inside his body by the Scarlet Flame Fruit, it was of no help as he was mentally drained.
The next battle was the real test for him.
A life or death ordeal!
If Su Zimo was an ordinary Qi Refinement Warrior, he would definitely die this time.
However, since Su Zimo cultivated The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, he was not without any chance of winning.
Su Zimo kept thinking about the words that Die Yue told him.
