As Ning Cheng retreated, a cold sneer carrying a chill pierced through the air, shaking his very soul with its resonance, despite his advanced cultivation level.
The next moment, wave after wave of Yin wind assaulted him, causing his elemental spirit to continuously loosen as if it was about to leave his body at any time. Had it not been for the continual nourishment of his body and soul by the Xuan Huang Origin, Ning Cheng estimated he would have long been unable to hold on.
The only thought in Ning Cheng's mind now was to frantically propel his Xing Yuan upward towards the Nagao Pool. He had a premonition that if he delayed even for an instant, he might not be able to escape.
A more powerful cold sneer exploded above Ning Cheng's Divine Sense, followed by a creepy, hollow voice from behind him, "Thinking of leaving with my possessions?"
