Alan was hiding in an underground cave that he had dug himself. He digged a hole from the ground to the ground and dug out a space where he could hide. The exit on the ground had been fully camouflaged, and he had restrained all his Qi. Even if an expert stood on top of his head and sensed it with all his might, he might not be able to find him.
He was very confident in his disguise and concealnt, but he didn't dare to be careless one ti. After all, the one chasing after him was a supre being.
At this mont, he closed his eyes, as if he had not fallen asleep yet. Apart from recovering his energy as quickly as possible, he also recalled the scene of fighting Felius in his mind with shocking mories.
It was a rare opportunity to fight against a Paragon. Alan had to seize all the ti to digest this experience as soon as possible, so that he could have so confidence in saving his life in the next battle.
Frius' movents and movents were different from those of ordinary experts.
Below Autarch, the strongest people Alan had co into contact with were Stark and Bali. These two were extrely powerful, and Alan had also suffered under their hands. But no matter how strong they were, there were traces of movent and attack.
Felius was nowhere to be found.
His movents and attacks seed to have rged with space. Therefore, Alan's keen perception was completely useless, especially Felius's attack. Alan's many fists and feet weren't in vain. He had already used his own body to fully understand how terrifying the Sovereign's attack was. It wasn't that Felius hadn't used his Origin Energy, but his Origin Energy was stored in his body and didn't release it. Only when he struck his opponent did his aura explode.
It was a very short process, releasing the power of mountain chiseling within an inch. Even Allen's body couldn't withstand this second transformation.
Alan recalled the battle dozens of tis in his mind.
Lose every battle!
However, it wasn't that he hadn't gained anything. To Alan, deducing Frius's movents from his constant mories was actually a learning process. He knew that when he could do the sa thing as Felius, it would an that his battle skill had truly reached the perfection stage.
Just like that, two days passed.
Alan had fought with Frius 367 tis on the imaginary battlefield, and he had also died 366 tis. Only for the last ti did he try his best to earn the slightest chance to break through the hymn and slash at Frius' fist.
After hitting the blade, he opened his eyes. With a faint smile, he regained his fighting spirit.
Alan began to move his hands and feet. As he moved, a layer of debris fell from his body. It was blood scab, dead skin and mud powder. After the debris fell, his skin was still as smooth as jade, and his injuries from the battle with Felius had already healed by seventy-seven or eighty-eight percent.
At this mont, a cold snort entered his ears. Alan's heart skipped a beat and he knew that Frius was coming.
Frius did co, even standing on the ground above Allen's head. He raised his foot and stamped it. The ground within a hundred ters shook nearly a hundred tis. The magnitude of the tremor changed imasurably, and the ground beneath the Black Emperor's feet imdiately sank. A mont later, Felius was already standing where Alan had been hiding, but the latter had long since disappeared.
Freus said indifferently, "Spatial jump? What a convenient ability."
In the distance, there was a faint aura left behind by Alan. Frius set his direction and took a step out of the pit. When the second step landed, it was already several dozen ters away, and he continued to chase after it.
In the next five days, the two of them chased after each other and fought. Each exchange was extrely short, but the process was exceptionally dangerous. The slightest carelessness was the pattern of blood splashing on the spot. In the first four days, Alan had been the one who had escaped in a desolate manner every ti. On the fifth day, Allen took the risk of hiding in the corpse of a beast that had just died, using the aura of the flesh and blood of an exotic beast to conceal himself. When Frius passed by, he launched a sneak attack and attacked the first ti he had fought with Frius.
Unfortunately, it was only half a blade.
In order to prevent the Black Emperor from discovering that Alan did not dare to use the Anthem of Annihilation, he switched to Red King. When Red King slashed, Frius punched back. The tip of his fist swept Red King away, and at the sa ti, Origin Energy, who had been shaking continuously, was also shattered by half of the long blade that had followed Alan for a long ti. Alan could not care less about the pain in his heart as he dragged his saber away. This saber hadn't been completely sliced, so it could only be considered half a saber.
However, this half-blade forced Frius to take the defensive stance for the first ti, and Alan was relieved.
The two of them headed west and had long since left Demonic Shadow Empire's territory. The Western Regions was desolate, and the land was thousands of kiloters wide. Allen had rarely seen anyone along the way. Sotis when he was alone, he felt that the world was quiet and there was only one person left. This loneliness and silence tested his willpower the most. If Alan hadn't been on his way, he would have deduced the battle with Frius and digested the experience of fighting and killing along the way. Or perhaps he could set up a sneak attack on the Black Emperor, otherwise he would probably not be able to endure this loneliness and turn back to the south.
After a week, Alan said nothing. When he sat still, his Qi was dusk, like a dead tree and a dead rock.
Battle techniques continued to break through. Although there was still a distance between them and the perfection realm, it was completely different from before. On the ninth day, when Felius caught up, the two exchanged five fists and two blades. Alan blocked four punches and was sent flying by Felius' fifth punch. However, he also sliced through the Black Emperor's face with the edge of his blade, cutting off a strand of his hair.
On the twelfth day, Alan plunged into the vast mountain. The plains were extinct here, and the mountains in front of him were undulating. The environnt here was even more complicated. With Allen's master-level gaze, he could easily pick out several suitable places to ambush.
Of course, Ellen wouldn't risk an ambush if he wasn't confident. After all, his opponent was the Black Emperor, and every ambush ant risking his life.
Alan was no different from a barbarian. The long coat he wore had worn badly during the battle. Alan had already thrown away his long coat, his trousers had turned into a pair of shorts, and his shoes were nowhere to be found. Alan was only wearing a piece of animal skin, which was taken from an exotic beast along the way. This animal hide hadn't even undergone any processing. It was just that the temperature in the Western Regions was cold, so the fishy sll of the fur was rather weak. Allen concealed his sll and put on a "dress" symbolically.
On the third day of his journey into the mountains, Felius didn't seem to have followed him, and he didn't see any signs at all. But Ellen knew that it was an illusion. Whenever he stopped, he would faintly feel a needle-like feeling. That was the pressure that Felius gave him.
Even though the man didn't release the slightest bit of Qi, Alan could sense it. After going deep into the mountains, he began to discover traces of human activity. At first, it was an obviously processed stone spear, then a few broken containers piled together with rocks. Not long after, Alan discovered a cetery similar to a mass grave. Apart from the skeleton being directly exposed to the ground, he also found a corpse that had just died, and several exotic beasts were having a feast on the corpse.
All these signs point to one thing: there are barbarians in the mountains, even one or two tribes.
On the fifth day, a figure appeared on a lonely peak. It was sunset, and the distant setting sun was more powerful than the flas, making that figure even more domineering and overbearing. Alan glanced at the figure from three mountains away and then quickened his pace.
Frius is here.
On the seventh day of Allen's journey into the mountains, there was a valley that was neither big nor small. The two n were fighting. These people were naked, and most of them wore beast skirts around their waists. The weapons they were holding were also very crude, but everyone's Origin Energy was not low, and they all looked like they were at level 16 or 17.
Even if Origin Energy was thrown into the two empires, he would still be considered one of the elite soldiers. However, these people in the valley were obviously uncivilized Barbarians. In the middle of the battlefield, two n were fighting. The two of them were taller than the others. Apart from the beast skirt on his waist, there were also beast teeth strung around his neck and wrists to form chains. One of them had a bald head and an axe, while the other had long hair hanging loose as he carried the hamr with both hands. The two of them were filled with arrogance. Beast phantoms appeared behind them, but they both possessed strength of Level 27 or Level 8.
Apparently, this was the leader of both sides.
The two n were in flas of war, and after colliding fiercely with each other with their fierce moves, they retreated at the sa ti. Under the pressure of their auras, both sides retreated, revealing a blank space. The two leaders were about to fight again when a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
It was a silver-haired young man dressed in beast hide, holding an extraordinarily large saber in his hand. The two leaders looked at each other, seeing that this man clearly did not belong to either side. No matter how closely he looked, he didn't have any Origin Energy, but he didn't know how he appeared on the battlefield.
In the next mont, another figure appeared opposite the silver-haired man.
He was also a man with a slender body. The two leaders wore good armor that made their eyes shine. At this mont, the periphery of the battlefield was still fighting non-stop. A strange silence appeared in the middle. The two n seed to not be able to see the barbarians around them and only looked at each other.
Finally, the bald leader couldn't help it. Whether it was the huge saber in the silver-haired man's hand or the armor on the black-haired man's body, it was an extraordinary treasure in his eyes. He held on to his battle prowess and imdiately raised his axe to cut the black-haired man who was closest to him.
The leader on the other side was afraid that his movents would be too slow. He even snatched the huge saber from the silver-haired man in front of him. He suddenly let out a loud roar and smashed his two hamrs on the head of the man who was obviously much thinner than him.
Then, the barbarians on both sides saw an unbelievable scene.
The black-haired man raised his hand and pointed a finger at the bald leader's axe. Then, the axe trembled violently and the tremor spread to the leader's body. The bald man's eyes were as wide as a copper bell. In the next mont, the giant axe shattered inch by inch, and the man exploded into a ball of blood mist.
On the other side, the silver-haired man only raised the huge saber. Without any other movents, the leader with the two hamrs suddenly stiffened. Following that, a red line extended from the center of his eyebrows to his waist. Finally, his body separated in the middle and fell to the ground before blood and organs flowed out.
The scene was as quiet as the Ghost Realm, but killing sounds could still be heard from the periphery of the battlefield. The atmosphere was extrely strange. Then the barbarians on both sides scread and pushed out desperately. They shouted and shouted, and those who were still fighting finally stopped. Then, they slowly retreated, and finally escaped from the valley.
Frius shrugged and said, "It's finally quiet."
"That's right."
"Then let's begin." The Black Emperor punched out, ignoring space. Before the punch, Allen's face continued to widen, and then was covered by the blade that broke through Zan Ge.
The mont their fists and sabers collided, cracks appeared on the ground beneath their feet, and hundreds of air columns exploded into the air like spears!
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