Chapter 4517 — Sudden Disappearance
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He had thought he had barely survived a disaster, only to find it was all vain joy. The rise and fall came far too quickly! Wei Zhao was truly speechless. Even a torrent whirlpool could not shake the man off—this Mountain-Opening stage devil cultivator tyrant was truly a haunting ghost that would not let go!
"Three li due south there's a mud swamp—flee that way!" Old Ghost prompted in his mind, his tone carrying a clear note of surprise. That the Xishan Old Sect could pursue him to a place like this was indeed beyond expectation.
Wei Zhao immediately unleashed the Super Butterfly Microstep at full power. Before the Xishan Old Sect could make his move, he raced south according to Old Ghost's directions. Fleeing at top speed through a primeval forest was a great taboo, especially here, the stronghold of the spirit beast clan—one careless move and he could stir up some ferocious existence that must not be provoked. But Wei Zhao had no other choice now and could only take the risk.
He even half hoped to provoke a heaven-defying spirit beast capable of contending with a Mountain-Opening stage tyrant. As the saying went, one mountain cannot hold two tigers—when that happened, the Xishan Old Sect would surely become its first target, because the threat posed by this Mountain-Opening stage devil cultivator tyrant was far greater than Wei Zhao's. Only when two tigers fought would Wei Zhao have a chance to fish in troubled waters.
Such little calculations of Wei Zhao's could hardly escape the seasoned Xishan Old Sect, whose face instantly revealed a hint of killing intent. To perfectly capture a trump-card puppet candidate, he truly did not want to harm Wei Zhao's physical body—but there was one prerequisite: that he would not encounter any unexpected danger.
In the Demonic Cold Sea, and indeed across all the Southern Sea waters, the Xishan Old Sect could run rampant and unbridled with his strength. So long as he had the patience, he could afford to spend a year or half a year on Wei Zhao without concern. But this place was different. The instant he had burst out of the water, the Xishan Old Sect had already realized that this was the Southern Isle, in the inland of the Southern Continent!
A Mountain-Opening stage devil cultivator tyrant was indeed a near-invincible existence, but the spirit beast clan also teemed with the powerful. If he made too much of a commotion here all alone, and truly drew the attention of those top-tier existences of the spirit beast clan, even the Xishan Old Sect would suffer greatly—and might even put his life in danger.
Safety first. If he truly provoked some existence he should not have, the Xishan Old Sect could only grit his teeth and kill Wei Zhao. Even if he could not refine a trump-card puppet, that was still better than trapping himself in this dangerous Southern Continent, where dragons hid and tigers lurked.
Wei Zhao's perception was keen indeed. In an instant he sensed the wisp of killing intent radiating from the Xishan Old Sect, and his heart gave a lurch—the greatest crisis had come!
Wei Zhao was no fool. He knew that the reason he had been able to flee from the Xishan Old Sect's grasp for so long was entirely because the other man did not wish to harm his physical body. Once that restraint was gone, a few lives would not be enough for him to survive.
In the blink of an eye, Wei Zhao had fled to the mud swamp Old Ghost had mentioned. It looked not much different from the surrounding dense forest, but the stench of rot assailed the nostrils. If any creature dared to step onto it rashly, it would be swallowed and buried alive in a matter of moments.
"Roll in the mud, then flee east!" Old Ghost's prompt followed close on its heels.
Wei Zhao wasted no words and did as told at once. Paying no mind to the foul, pungent stench of the silt, he rolled once along the edge of the swamp, then turned and bolted eastward.