But strangely, the scorching heat and aura of death that rushed toward him not only didn't diminish but seemed to be getting closer, almost hitting him in the face, rushing straight at him.
Moreover, the sound of Sanskrit chanting was becoming louder, sounding as if it was right by his ear.
He was clearly sprinting madly, faster than all the Evil Spirits, yet he somehow couldn't shake it off!
"What's going on?"
"Could it be that it's locked onto me?"
"Damn it, I haven't even provoked it!"
Now, Xu Shu was genuinely somewhat anxious.
That thing is so massive, yet it possesses the ability to lock onto me, crossing through space—it's entirely ludicrous.
At this rate, if he couldn't shake it off, does it mean he would have to confront it head-on?
"I don't even know if I could withstand it... No, I definitely can't withstand it."
Xu Shu swallowed hard.
This thing looks a thousand times stronger than I am!
Is today the day I truly lose my life here?!
