Cultivators spend their whole lives enduring tribulations, and once they succeed, they can never stop.
They are both the most terrifying heretics in this world, and also the greatest source of calamity within it.
"Hm? Quite the fast runner."
At this moment, Liu Fusheng seemed to recall something, and sharply lifted his head. The cold, desolate street was already completely empty...
Xuquan Han Diyan had also vanished without a trace.
Liu Fusheng sneered coldly and walked straight toward Zhang Fan.
"Fan..."
Liu Fusheng looked at the weakened Zhang Fan, feeling a strange sensation rise in his heart. He couldn't shake the sense that Zhang Fan's Divine Demon Holy Embryo was somehow different from Zhang Lingzong's.
"Let's head back first."
Liu Fusheng hoisted Zhang Fan over his shoulder, then turned and left, gradually vanishing into the cold night.
