A Man Like None Other Chapter 6493
Welcome, dear readers, to the latest captivating installment of our enthralling saga!
- A fierce confrontation leaves one party with a bloody mouth, but an unyielding spirit.
- Strategic retreat is key as territorial advantages amplify power.
- The fate of the Demon Race hinges on a race against time and the rebuilding of a physical form.
Welcome back to another gripping chapter!
A fierce confrontation leaves one party with a bloody mouth, but an unyielding spirit.Strategic retreat is key as territorial advantages amplify power.The fate of the Demon Race hinges on a race against time and the rebuilding of a physical form.
Chapter 6493 He’s Back?
Qingqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
His smile was faint, but contained a terrifying stubbornness. “Even if you can’t stop me, you will. I told you before, the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is not a place for your divine race to roam. Today, unless you step over my corpse, don’t even think about crossing it.”
Venerable Tianji clenched his fists, the veins on his body bulging.
He wanted to finish Qingqiu off, but he couldn’t.
No, at least not now.
Although Qingqiu’s cultivation level was not as high as his, this was the Cangmang Mountain Range, not far from the Wanyao Ridge. Qingqiu can use the restrictions of the Wanyao Ridge to increase his strength, so he can’t kill him in a short time.
Moreover, once Qingqiu dies, the demon race will definitely take revenge, and the situation of Tianji Palace in the Northern Territory will become even more difficult.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, “Retreat.”
The four Golden Immortal elders were taken aback for a moment, but seeing the Palace Master’s expression, they did not dare ask any further questions. They immediately holstered their weapons and retreated behind him. Five golden lights streaked across the sky and disappeared into the horizon.
Qingqiu stood in the void, watching them leave, and let out a long breath.
His face was extremely pale, his lips were bloodless, and cold sweat was flowing down his cheeks.
The palm strike just now had seriously injured him, and had also drained most of his spiritual energy.
But he couldn’t give up. He had to go back, watch David rebuild his physical body, and lead the demon race to continue fighting the gods.
He turned around and flew towards the direction of Wan Yao Ridge.
Gui Yuanzi staggered into the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, passing through layers of thick fog and various obstacles, and finally returned to the Demon Emperor Palace.
Qingqiu returned earlier than him and was already waiting in the side hall.
His face was still pale and his breathing weak, but his eyes remained firm.
He sat on the warm jade bed, holding a cup of spiritual tea in his hand. The tea was cold, but he didn’t drink it. He just stared out the window quietly.
Gui Yuanzi entered the side hall, his knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground. “Your Majesty, thank you for saving our lives. Otherwise, young master and I would have been finished.”