Chapter 92: Pursuing and Killing for Ten Thousand Miles!

  "Whoosh!"

  With a sudden whoosh, in the midst of an endless expanse of farmland, a stumbling figure directly descended from high above, hastily falling down. Suppressing the urge to vomit blood due to dizziness, Wang Ming Huan finally sat cross-legged on the farmland, circulating his spiritual energy, and retrieved a porcelain bottle from his storage ring. He took out a medicinal pellet and tossed it into his mouth.

  This time it's really too close!

  Facing such a terrifying monster, he was also mentally exhausted.

  After taking a few more elixirs, Wang Minghuan directly began to adjust his breath. Just now, it was not only the secret technique that allowed him to escape, but he also forcibly flew for over ten minutes. His injuries were indeed getting heavier and heavier.

  After all, he had a moderate injury before casting his technique.

  After a good while, his face finally flushed with a hint of redness as he continued to breathe slowly.

  He suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze was filled with a hint of intense gratitude. "That pervert, how did he manage to do that? He's simply a monster! Fortunately, I managed to escape. As long as I can return to Lifu Island, this grudge will be avenged another day..."

  Just as he was rejoicing to himself, a fierce gust of wind suddenly rose from the distant horizon and came straight towards him.

  Although the wind was not strong, Wang Minghuan still suddenly became aware of it, thanks to his cultivation in the later period of foundation building, and hastily looked back.

  In an instant, his eyes, which had just been filled with joy, suddenly bulged again, and his mouth was wide open to the limit. That gust of wind, he knew it all too well, who else could it be but Xu Yu?

  "My god!!"

  How did he manage to catch up? I was able to fly for over ten minutes just now, and that distance is at least tens of miles. How could the other party possibly catch up?

  Filled with shock and an unprecedented sense of horror, Wang Ming Huan let out a strange cry, kicked off the flying sword under his feet, and then thought about escaping into the high sky.

  At almost the same time, the flying sword under his feet suddenly had a tendency to heat up, transform and lose control.

  In an instant, Wang Ming Huan was not just frightened, but really cried.

  He hastily suppressed his body, and he couldn't care about anything else. He forcibly cast the secret technique again, and with a "swoosh" sound, he teleported another one or two thousand meters away. Then, he manipulated a new flying sword to fly upwards at an angle.

  ……………

  An hour later.

  As night fell, in a small town in the central and southern part of Huaijiang Province, with a loud thud, a disheveled figure crashed heavily onto the rooftop of a tall building once again.

  After falling down, the figure still struggled to prop up its body and sat up again, taking out a few more pellets of medicine and putting them in its mouth.

  However, even with the help of medicine to heal his wounds, Wang Ming Huan's face still bore a deep sense of unease. This time, he should have shaken off that guy, shouldn't he?

  It must have been shaken off!

  After all, he was carrying more and more severe injuries this time, flying for nearly half an hour. Several times in between, he almost got exhausted to the point of vomiting blood. At such a distance, the opponent would definitely not be able to catch up again.

  However, he was also somewhat puzzled. The last time the other party had caught up with him, how did they know? After all, he was flying and escaping in mid-air.

  In the quiet breathing, this doubt also gradually grew bigger and bigger, until another half an hour passed, with the breathing rest, his body slowly recovered some energy, but this thread of energy was still much different from the last time.

  But at this moment, that kind of law enforcement heat, transformation feeling, but again suddenly, like a midnight ghost, floated beside him.

  In an instant, Wang Ming Huan was completely furious and chased after him again?

  His entire eye socket was slightly moist, even if he was shocked and panicked to the extreme, but he still couldn't help but frantically activate the secret technique again.

  ……………

  Five or six hours later.

  Wang Ming Huan fell from a low altitude once again and immediately looked around suspiciously, quickly taking out the dan medicine to treat his injuries.

  That injury, every time it just recovers a bit, it gets worse again. If this continues, he has a feeling that he'll be driven to exhaustion by the guys behind him sooner or later.

  But he really had no choice, that person was like super sticky glue, once stuck, he couldn't shake it off.

  During this time, he thought of many methods, even if it was to blend in with the crowd or quietly perch on top of ordinary vehicles, but none could escape the other party's pursuit, and he was almost driven mad.

  Even in his recovery, he was tense to the limit, and as soon as there was a slight movement around him, he would wake up with a start, then carefully search again, and only when he found it wasn't that person would he continue to rest with extreme relief.

  Even now, a torrent of regret has unknowingly grown in his heart and continues to intensify.

  He really regretted it to the extreme, why did he agree with Lü Qingyi that guy in the first place, to hunt and kill such a perverted monster?

  If I had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have come even if you killed him.

  But now, everything is too late. As he caught his breath again, he suddenly felt a gentle breeze coming from one side, and Wang Minghuan's body went limp, wanting to collapse to the ground and wail loudly.

  Here is the translation:

  "Here we go again, that guy who was killed that day, must he be killed after all?"

  However, he was the first to jump up from the ground again and forcibly cast his secret technique once more.

  ……………

  In one or two days.

  A certain coastline in the South China Sea.

  With a loud thud, countless water droplets splashed and shot up in all directions. The heavy object, after falling to the ground, remained still for a long time.

  However, it wasn't until a long while later that Wang Ming Huan finally managed to muster up the energy to stir his divine sense and manipulate the storage ring.

  The oil is exhausted and the lamp is withered. To describe him now with this phrase is not an exaggeration at all. Even his external defensive magic tools are almost unable to support him.

  But after falling onto the coastline, Wang Ming-huan, who had been tormented to the point of madness, suddenly became excited and burst into tears.

  He finally came back!!

  As long as he could catch his breath, even if it was just a little bit of injury, and barely hold on to fly over the sea surface, he should be able to shake off that guy completely, right? Thinking about the past two days, which had been like an escape journey through hell, he really couldn't hold on anymore.

  He was forced to take a few more pellets of medicine, and after lying in the shallow water for a while, he again frantically urged his battered body to fly upwards.

  He didn't dare wait any longer, if he waited a little longer, until that person really caught up with him, he would have no strength to urge the secret technique.

  ……………

  Just after Wang Ming Huan escaped into the high sky, another spinning extreme shadow appeared and stopped standing on the beach with a "whoosh".

  Then, looking at the endless sea in front of him, his forehead was covered with sweat, but Xuyu, who was still spirited and energetic, suddenly fell silent.

  Two days!

  For nearly two days, from Huaijiang Province, chasing and killing for thousands of miles, crossing into the South China Sea, it seemed that he was about to be killed by the sword, but now, this vast ocean in front of him...

  After a moment of silence, Xu Yu's eyes shot out another cold light, and with a leap, he stepped onto the surface of the sea, treading on the waves as he rapidly ran across, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

  He couldn't fly, but in the nearly two days of relentless pursuit and slaughter, while his opponent could rely on medicinal pellets to heal their wounds, he too could use medicinal pellets to recover his energy and refine his spiritual energy. In this period of time, his energy finally reached the peak of the late stage of body refinement.

  As many as 81!

  Just one step away from entering the spiritual movement period.

  Even at this time, his spiritual energy reserves had reached an extremely rich level, and the storage rings of the Yu Yangmen crowd were also filled to the brim.

  After consuming two or three tenths of the Causal Body Pill, his first-rate spiritual energy had increased by several hundred folds. Even his second-rate spiritual energy had increased by twenty to thirty folds. He had thought about using his second-rate spiritual energy to break through the bottleneck and truly enter the Spiritual Movement Stage. However, it was only then that he discovered that his second-rate spiritual energy could no longer be fused and enhanced due to the arrival of this bottleneck.

  This situation is similar to when he was at the peak of his cultivation in the early days and couldn't continue using first-rate spiritual energy for fusion.

  He couldn't truly enter the Lively Period, so Xu Yu naturally felt a bit regretful. But even if it was just the late stage of Refining Body, it was enough for him to control his body and use the Feng family's Wind System innate martial skill to tread on the waves. Although this speed would be slower, and the consumption of spiritual energy would be much greater than on land, he wouldn't let that person go!

  Even if I have to chase him to the ends of the earth, I will still slay him with my sword!!