"I'll take your Monument Tears." A demonic voice echoed in Qin Guang's ears.
Qin Guang froze in place. The demon man was clearly still in front of him—how could the voice be coming from behind him?
Gradually, the shadowy figure before him dissolved like a wisp of smoke, leaving nothing in front of him. But the chilling presence behind him grew stronger, inching closer toward his back.
Qin Guang immediately commanded his Soul Pet to dodge.
The Light Beast beneath him turned into a streak of light, bolting far away in an instant. Qin Guang glanced back and saw the demon man had not pursued him. Only then did he let out a brief sigh of relief.
With high-level immortal strength, there was no way Qin Guang could be a match for him. Naturally, he wasn't about to gamble his life. The most urgent matter now was to escape from here.
Chu Mu stood on the spot. His claw, engulfed in Demon Flame, slowly retracted, gripping something dripping with fresh blood in his palm.
