'But I don't know if his body can hold on that long.'
Meanwhile.
Stunned by Yuan Tianhao's devastating blow, the Neon masters stood frozen. They could only watch as his figure disappeared over the valley's edge before they finally regained their mobility.
"After him! We can't let him get away alive!"
Mitsuro gritted his teeth, and the other three restricted-level masters shot to their feet. Their injuries were not severe. Four of the more powerful Masters from the Twenty-Eight Celestial Emperors, whose injuries were also manageable, joined the four restricted-level masters in the chase.
At the same time, in a shadowy corner on the other side of the valley.
A barely discernible figure lurked in the shadows, watching the direction the others had gone.
'He actually survived? Quite the character...'
A low, androgynous murmur came from the shadows.
