Ever since he had emerged from Taishang Holy Land, he had been fleeing for nearly a day. His nerves had been stretched to the absolute limit, and both his physical strength and mental endurance were on the verge of collapse.
He turned his head to gaze at the bottomless abyss, then looked back at the relentless elders, a sudden sense of heroic tragedy welling up within him!
He burst into laughter:
"Three Nascent Souls and twelve Foundation Establishment practitioners—for me, Zhang Yang, to have fled from your clutches for so long is enough to hold my head high among my peers!"
Chapter 25