The bellowing sent jolts throughout the sky and the sound of hooves treading the ground was as loud as thunder.

If seen from a birds-eye perspective, one would see two black lines chasing after a red dot.

The Cloud-hoofed Red Hare was indeed a fast Spirit Beast. Coupled with the Immortal Qi and Divine Energy poured into its body, it galloped at such an incredible speed that it was close to leaving residual shadows. Moreover, it remained firmly ahead of everyone else. The siege in the west was a kilometer away, with the group of the Demon Race warriors in a rigid formation.

Narrowing his eyes to look ahead, Ye Que fashioned his left fingers into a sword and made a cut in his right palm. In no time at all, his blood flowed down the pike.

The strange thing was that every drop of his blood seemed to be imbued with life. It began moving along the body of the pike on its own and soon crawled all over it to form a long, strange seal script.

The seal script disappeared in a flash. From the outside, the pike looked completely normal.

Ye Que watched the blockade line in front of him coolly. No emotion was discernable in his pupils except for extreme concentration on the Demon Race warriors in the middle. He observed their stance, analyzed their expertise, and predicted their upcoming response.

The rage of the group of demons hunting after Ye Que had reached its peak. Whoever saw one of their own get their head decapitated, willfully rubbed against the floor, and finally turned into a pile of mud would see their anger skyrocket.

Thus, Ye Que ran in a perfectly straight line without any inclination. He knew that the moment his speed slowed, he might be surrounded or even overtaken.

Not even he would want to see something like this happen.

One kilometer.

500 meters.

100 meters.

Ye Que got closer and closer to the blockade line in the west. The group of Demon Race warriors there had unsheathed their sword and poured True Energy into their weapon in anticipation of his arrival.

When Ye Que was 50 meters away from them, more than 10 warriors stormed him with Spiritual Force.

The sharp end of blades broke through the air.

Simultaneously, Ye Que raised the pike in his hand horizontally. Borrowing the speed of his assault and the power of the Divine Energy that fully filled the spike, he thrust his pike. He pressed on the abdomen of the Cloud-hoofed Red Hare at the same time, sending a violent Divine Energy through both him and the beast. Both of them soared into the air.

In a flash.

The hem of Ye Que’s shirt, as well as his chest, were perforated with seven holes. The belly and neck of the Cloud-hoofed Red Hare were also slashed, leaving two long wounds. However, both of them managed to evade the worst of this wave of Spiritual attack!

The flying pike, imbued with mythical power and momentum of the Sudden Thunderclap, directly ripped through the sky.

The pike wasn’t fast but its power was astonishing. Even an idiot could tell that it wasn’t something that could be intercepted.

The disarrayed footsteps shifted as the blockade line moved, forming a narrow gap.

Thanks to the best attack of the pike filled with Divine Energy, the narrow gap expanded to a width of between one to two meters.

The moment the gap appeared happened to be the moment Ye Que landed on the ground.

Following the path opened up by the pike, Ye Que rode the Cloud-hoofed Red Hare through the blockade line. The army chasing after him abruptly slowed down.

“Chase after him. Catch him no matter what.”

“I want to see his being if he’s alive.”

“I want to see his corpse if he’s dead.”

Little time had passed from the moment Ye Que set off until this moment. The cracking in the south hadn’t stopped but he had successfully enraged all of the Demon Race warriors. Moreover, they had to suffer the rage internally without being able to vent it.

The more the rage simmered, the poorer their judgment.

“Capture him.”

“Rip him into shreds.” Such a thought had eroded the entire group of demons. Judging from their stance, they wouldn’t give up until they capture Ye Que. If they allowed him to escape, then they might as well knock themselves to death with a block of tofu.

Until this moment, they firmly believed that it was only a matter of time before they overtook and captured Ye Que.

Not only did he run away alone, but he had also used his explosive power several times. How much more True Energy would be left in his body?

“The moment he exhausts his True Energy is the moment he dies!”

Ye Que had passed the demons’ blockade line at lightning speed but his shoulder and back still suffered the slashes of the Spirit Blades.

Those were unavoidable!

Blood slowly seeped through his shirt.

The blood was warm whilst the wind was cold.

Ye Que didn’t even spare the blood a glance as if these wounds didn’t belong to him. There wasn’t even the tiniest change in his expression. After experiencing so much of life, he naturally found this to be insignificant.

The biting-cold wind sweeping the dark wasteland didn’t seem to cease in the slightest.

His shirt billowed in the wind yet the strands of hair covering his forehead remained motionless. That was because the hair was intertwined into a sticky mess after getting soaked with blood.

Ye Que continued to run at a maddening pace, showing no sign of slowing down.

Under him, the Cloud-hoofed Red Hare didn’t dare to stop for a rest. Even if it was an animal, it knew that its fate would be to be dismembered and nothing else if he stopped at this moment. As a Spirit Beast, its mental capabilities were limited. Since it couldn’t find an answer, then it had no choice but to do its utmost to run in hopes that it could shake off those hunting them.

Three black tides finally converged and the one leading the chase was still Ye Que.

“The onlookers who do nothing to help must be feeling bored, I suppose?”

“You have to pay to watch a show, you know!”

“Since their goal is to exhaust, then let’s make the exhaustion thorough!”

Ye Que muttered to himself while riding the back of the Cloud-hoofed Red Hare. He finally saw another group of silhouettes in front of him. This direction led to the temporary campsite of Mount Shu and the Judicature. Even if the group had retreated several kilometers earlier, the distance didn’t take longer than several seconds to cover.

Soon, the allied forces of Mount Shu and the Judicature noticed something strange. Chaos swept the forces that were nearly 200-people strong. They didn’t know what had happened in such a short amount of time.

All they saw was a wide black tide reaching for them. The one taking the lead was a youngster and behind him was a boundless sea of wolves and Demon Race warriors.

“What’s going on? Is this group of idiots mad?” Chen Qing frowned deeply while staring at the black tide in the distance. With a wave of his hand, all the Mount Shu disciples rose to their feet and took their place in a formation.

“Are we preparing to start a war?” The Chief of the Judicature muttered. More than a hundred black-armored soldiers immediately summoned their respective Spirit Beasts.

Though they found the situation odd, the Chief of the Judicature and Chen Qing of Mount Shu exchanged uncertain looks. Anyone with a brain could tell that this wasn’t the best time to start a war, regardless of what happened. The Divine Tool wasn’t born yet. What benefit would there be for one another if they fought and depleted their strength so soon?

Was the rapport they had just developed so worthless? Was it so fragile that it could be invalidated at any time?

Logic told them that they couldn’t be reckless.

“Retreat northward and make way,” Chen Qing and Chief of the Judicature yelled in unison.

The allied forces of Mount Shu and the Judicature adjusted their position and made a path leading westward. Ye Que smirked and adjusted his direction as well. Evidently, he was aiming for them.

Ye Que had long picked up speed. The Cloud-hoofed Red Hare under him was running so hard that it was on the verge of coughing up blood. Naturally, it wasn’t so simple to get out of their way. More people meant greater strength but it also meant it would be all that more challenging for them to break away from their adjusted position.

“Kill!”

When Ye Que was 500 meters away from them, he suddenly raised his right hand and yelled so loudly that his voice turned hoarse. It was a simple command of “kill” yet it stunned all the Mount Shu disciples and Judicature soldiers.

All of them could distinguish that Ye Que’s pronunciation didn’t belong to the Human Race. It was a roar and intonation that only the Demon Race would use.

Ye Que had become one with his Spirit Beast. Like a sword with an exceptionally sharp blade, he charged into the allied forces of Mount Shu disciples and Judicature soldiers without the slightest hint of hesitation.

13 Mother and Children of Spring and Autumn Swords.

13 swords emerged in unison.

Sword Qi rose into the sky, emitting a murderous aura that shook heaven.

Right then, Ye Que didn’t look anything like a disciple of the Cultivation World. He looked more savage, disdainful of the living, and violent than any demon. He appeared more demonic than the Demon Race itself!