Chapter 261 - Escaping [3]

Fang Hao had only one thought in his head right now—run! Run for his life! He couldn't give a damn about treacherous swamps or Demon Beast venomous miasmas. The spiritual light of the silver light shuttle had dimmed to the point of nearly cutting out, and he himself looked like a blood-soaked gourd. His spiritual power was hitting rock bottom, and his Divine Soul was stinging with pain; he was only hanging on by a single breath and the occasional sliver of Battle Intent emanating from the battle heaven axe in his arms.