The people of the Divine Devil Hall ran all the way from dark to dawn, but they still couldn’t catch up with Yun Chujiu. Instead, they were so tired that they were panting.
Hei Xinjiu stood not far away from them, gnawing on a spiritual fruit as she said with a smile, “Let’s go after them. Why aren’t we going after them?”
Jin Mian was so angry that she almost died!
From time to time, she could use a puppet as a means of transportation, and she could even take a nap in the middle of the journey. However, they were running all the time. Even cultivators couldn’t stand it!
Yun chujiu saw Yuan Ji and the others who had rushed over not far away. She curled the corners of her lips and threw the fruit core in her hand away. “Come, I Won’t run this time. Let’s Spar!”
The golden-masked man also saw Yuan Ji and the others. His heart sank. Could it be that the people he had sent were all killed?
