Indeed, it was just so, those exploding Vine Dragons didn't hurt San Gui in the least.
Fortunately, with a third-tier talisman temporarily entangling him for a moment, Li Zhirui had bought some precious time.
Xiaoqing flew with reckless abandon, while Li Zhirui, watching San Gui who was about to break free, had a face full of urgency.
"Quick, fly towards that big river!" When he saw a roaring river heading east not far away, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly shouted aloud.
As long as they could enter the great river, he could use this opportunity to temporarily shield himself from San Gui's divine sense and safely hide in the space.
"If you manage to escape, wouldn't the name of San Gui be a laughingstock?" San Gui sneered, and a black spirit banner grew with the wind, releasing countless fierce ghosts that howled as they chased after Li Zhirui.
