"What a hassle!"
Xingtian grew impatient. It would have been fine if all the enemies attacked at once, but they kept popping up now and then, sometimes one, sometimes a few.
To date, over two hundred Daluo Golden Immortals from the Demon Clan had fallen in Beiju Luzhou.
But there were still more emerging.
"Gone without a trace!"
Fuxi held the Bagua Trigrams, standing on the land of Dongsheng Divine Continent.
Shennong, Master Xuandu, and others were beside him, all frowning at the situation.
Not long ago, they had sensed Haotian's presence and even saw him far away in Dongsheng Divine Continent.
But when they actually caught up, he had disappeared without a trace.
If it had been a mere illusion, it would have been fine, but soon after Haotian's presence vanished, the figure of Ghost Car appeared behind them.
They dare not split up—the group acted together, chasing collectively.
But now, they had allowed them to disappear again.
