Utterly isolated, Wu Zhuri and Qi Jiaoyang knew what kind of fate they would suffer if they continued to stay in the Primal Yang Sect.

Therefore, they shot up into the heavens.

Mo Qianfan let out a derisive smile. “Wanna run? Without the protection of the Primal Yang Sect’s grand spell formation or Pang Chicheng’s aid, you really think the two of you can escape from me?”

His dharma idol then soared into the heavens as well.

Eyes narrowed, Nie Tian looked up ...