Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

The violent energy surge slammed into the golden light barrier, forcefully withstanding the imminent impact of the self-destruction.

Fan Yuan, taking advantage of the precious time bought for him by the self-destruction of his clone, did not hesitate to activate another Swiftness Talisman that he had prepared beforehand.

The cyan talisman burned instantly as he poured in his spiritual power, transforming into an incomparably pure cyan stream of light that quickly wrapped around and enveloped his entire body.

The next moment, Fan Yuan felt his whole body suddenly lighten, as if he had been freed from some kind of restraint, and the surrounding scenery began to fly backward at an unprecedented speed in his field of vision.

With the enhancement of the Swiftness Talisman, his speed increased several times over in an instant.

"Walk!"

Fan Yuan let out a low shout, and his entire body transformed into a long blue rainbow that tore through the air, forcefully breaking through the spatial ripples caused by the self-destruction and disappearing into the void.

Only now did he feel the terrifying pressure behind him, like a leech clinging to his bone, locking onto him once more.

Fan Yuan inwardly knew something was wrong.

The enemy that appeared out of nowhere was far stronger than he had imagined. The other party had probably already discovered his clone, but had been holding back and silently pursuing him.

The opponent's cultivation level is definitely far above the Qi Refining stage, but now is not the time to think about these things.

Escape! That was the only thought in his mind.

The spiritual energy within his body began to circulate wildly. At the same time, his divine sense sank into his storage bag, taking stock of all the resources he had that could be used for fighting and escaping at top speed.

Although he activated the Swiftness Talisman and temporarily broke free from the opponent's restraint, Fan Yuan knew in his heart that this was only the beginning. He could clearly feel that the aura that had locked onto him from behind was not weakening at all, but was rapidly closing in at a speed far exceeding his own.

……

Fan Yuan's figure darted rapidly among the withered forest and strange rocks, each step shattering the rocks as he used the recoil to forcefully change direction.

His breathing had long since become erratic, his spiritual energy was almost completely depleted, his storage pouch at his waist was empty, and the last Rejuvenation Pill had been swallowed half an hour ago, its medicinal effects already exhausted.

"Run? Let's see how long you can run!"

A piercingly mocking voice pierced through the wind and clearly reached Fan Yuan's ears.

In mid-air, the Wind Patrolman stood on a cloud of azure demonic energy, his hands behind his back, hanging leisurely behind Fan Yuan like a cat playing with a mouse.

He didn't go all out; he just flicked his finger from time to time, and a cyan wind blade would whistle out, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on Fan Yuan's back and thigh.

"We can't delay any longer."

Fan Yuan felt a chill in his heart. He could feel his life force rapidly declining as he lost blood. If nothing changed, he would be exhausted and have his legs severed by the wind blades within ten breaths.

He had to fight with all his might! A surge of pure life essence was instantly forced out and flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, he took out the last half-jar of monkey wine and mixed it into the mixture.

The [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror] in his sea of ​​consciousness hummed, and Fan Yuan's heart stirred as he looked at the words "ten miles in radius" indicating the delivery range.

……

In mid-air, the Wind Patrol looked down at the staggering figure and murmured, "He's exhausted, isn't he? It seems there's no one else behind him..."

He raised his right hand, and a blue light gathered in his palm, transforming into a giant wind claw, which he was about to grab down to end the battle.

Just then, an unfamiliar aura suddenly erupted three zhang directly above his head.

"What is that?!"

The Wind Patrolman was greatly alarmed. His instincts as a mid-stage Refinement Spirit demon cultivator made him subconsciously raise his protective demonic energy.

In the void, a figure with crimson skin and bulging muscles appeared out of thin air. This hastily created clone had the cultivation level of the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

As soon as the clone appeared, it used the momentum of falling to clench its right fist, and its entire arm instantly swelled up, with countless bloody cracks appearing on the surface of its skin.

Mountain-Crushing Force, Second Level!

This is the most powerful killing technique that Fan Yuan currently possesses.

"boom!"

The air was violently shattered by the punch, producing a muffled thunderous sound.

Before the fist even arrived, the fierce and unparalleled fist intent, seemingly capable of shattering mountains, had already locked onto the Wind Patrol Envoy.

The Wind Patrolman was startled by the strange appearance of the figure and dared not be careless in the slightest. He slammed the wind claw that was originally grabbing at Fan Yuan upwards.

"Bang!!"

The fist and the wind claw collided violently.

The clone shattered upon contact, unable to withstand the recoil, and dissipated into a shower of blood.

However, the mountain-shattering force contained in that punch still slammed into the Wind Patrol Envoy's protective demonic aura.

"That's impossible!"

The Wind Patrolman felt a strange force penetrating through the demonic energy, directly impacting his internal organs.

He groaned and staggered. Although he was not injured, the sudden change and the strange force of the punch made it impossible for him to muster the strength to pursue for a short time.

What shocked him even more was this power...this artistic conception...it was definitely not something a Qi Refining stage cultivator could unleash.

This is no ordinary martial arts; it has clearly touched the edge of magic and is the rudimentary form of supernatural powers.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the disdain in the eyes of the patrolman had vanished, replaced by deep suspicion and apprehension.

"A Qi Refining stage cultivator... actually developed the rudiments of a supernatural power?"

"And those techniques that appeared out of thin air—that's something no ordinary rogue cultivator could comprehend!"

In the primordial world, rogue cultivators and demons are as numerous as hairs on a cow, but those who can truly master the inheritance of supernatural powers are all people of great renown.

Could this kid be a disciple of some reclusive master?

Upon realizing this, Xunfeng instantly froze the surging murderous intent.

"We can't kill them directly!"

The Wind Patrolman took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"They must be captured alive! Take them back to the Bodhisattva for judgment! If they are a disciple of a powerful figure, at least we'll have an explanation; if they're just a lucky person who had a fortuitous encounter, it's not too late to kill them!"

After his thoughts were clear, he took to the air again.

This time, however, the wind blades in his hands dissipated, replaced by strands of supple, cyan wind ropes.

"Boy, surrender! I'll spare your life!"

……

Ahead, Fan Yuan did not pause in the slightest despite the disappearance of his clone.

He didn't even glance back at the results of the battle.

Because he was well aware of the difference in their levels of understanding.

All he needed was this brief respite.

"Cough cough..."

Fan Yuan coughed violently, the depletion of his essence and blood causing his vision to blur, and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

But he keenly sensed the change in the aura behind him.

The murderous intent that felt like a thorn in one's back vanished, replaced by an intention to capture the enemy alive.

"Is he scared? Or is he having some reservations?"

Fan Yuan's mind raced on the brink of life and death, his composure terrifying.