A pale blue light flashed across the vast yellow earth.
A disheveled old man fell to the ground, looking back behind him.
Fortunately, that female demon didn't catch up.
And rightly so, the distance he teleported was hundreds of miles away. Even if that female demon could travel as fast as Shemir's Fire Dragon, she wouldn't catch up anytime soon.
Salman's eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
It was utterly terrifying just now; it was undoubtedly the most thrilling experience of his long life. He felt he was just a thread away from eternal slumber—he could feel the destructive power lingering on the female demon's dual swords.
Once it touched him, death would be certain.
He waved his magic staff, and the yellow sand swallowed his body as if it were alive.
Foolish!
Absolutely foolish!
Salman's face was full of regret and self-blame.
This is the consequence of easily breaking promises and agreeing with those secular rulers to engage in worldly wars.
