Song Zhenrong left, returning to the city of Da Liang, heading straight to the Foolish Underworld, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.
Meanwhile, Fang Yu withdrew his gaze, took Ding Hui by his side, and turned to leave, rushing into the boundless wilderness.
Behind him, he could sense that several terrifying presences were rapidly pursuing in his direction!
One, two, three... four!
Gulp.
Fang Yu swallowed hard, not daring to stop.
With Ding Hui in tow, he pushed his movement technique to the limit, blood surged through his body, ready to execute the Three Thousand Wood-Blood Jutsu to escape at any moment!
Run run run!
Though he hadn't yet seen them with his own eyes, just by judging their aura, those pursuers were definitely not to be trifled with!
If caught, Fang Yu might survive, but Ding Hui would surely perish!
He could only flee, only run! Not giving the opponents any chance!
