"Mere Spiritual Fire, what can it do to me?"
Ziyi Immortal snorted coldly, his figure slightly paused, as he swung his sleeve fiercely, dispersing the surging heat wave.
Fang Bai's arrow was not intended to pose any threat to Ziyi Immortal; he merely sought to delay his pursuit.
As Ziyi Immortal's figure paused, several breaths passed, and Fang Bai took the opportunity to open up another distance between them.
"Where do you think you're escaping to?"
Ziyi Immortal closed in within ten miles behind Fang Bai once again, summoning the purple Immortal Sword to stab towards Fang Bai's back.
Fang Bai sensed the strong threat from behind, shifting sideways, hiding behind a mountain peak, trying to use it to block the sword's thrust.
"Puff!"
The mountain body, a hundred zhang thick, was pierced as if made of tofu under the impact of the purple Immortal Sword.
The momentum of the sword only reduced by half, continuing its pursuit of Fang Bai.
