Chapter 5016 — Ambushed
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
In truth, given Wei Zhao's temperament, if Sun Baimei had been alone, he might well have tried to turn the tables and kill him. Weak and vulnerable as he was now, he possessed rich combat experience and endless hidden tricks, and it was not impossible for him to turn the tide and take down a late Foundation Establishment expert.
Unfortunately, Sun Baimei was not alone—Fei Yangsheng was still chasing behind. Wei Zhao was hard-pressed just dealing with one of them. If the two of them joined forces against him, he would surely be undone. For a mighty expert comparable to the early Open Mountain stage to end up dying at the hands of mere Foundation Establishment cultivators—the very thought would leave a man unable to rest in peace even in death.
"Brother Sun, are you all right?" Fei Yangsheng caught up and asked.
"I'm fine. Just now, for some reason, I went numb for a moment, but there's no sign of injury. It must have been some bluffing trick of this Primordial Spirit. It seems I'll need your help this time, Brother Fei—whatever it takes, we absolutely cannot let it escape! I will reward you generously afterward!" Sun Baimei's face was full of determination to succeed.
"Good!" Fei Yangsheng nodded and immediately gave chase at full speed in the direction Wei Zhao had fled.
Sun Baimei, being faster, took a different direction. From their brief encounter he already knew this Primordial Spirit was not fast, and he could easily circle around and cut it off ahead. Then, with him and Fei Yangsheng closing in from front and back, where could it possibly run?
Through his spiritual sense, Wei Zhao perceived the movements of the two with perfect clarity, but there was nothing he could do. Theirs was an open stratagem: as long as he was slower than Sun Baimei, sooner or later the moment would come when he was hemmed in from both sides.
The only good news was that, through the activity of the past few moments, Wei Zhao had grown much more accustomed to his Primordial Spirit body. His movements were increasingly free and smooth, and his movement technique was recovering bit by bit. The problem was that it was not recovering fast enough—at this rate, he might really end up capsized in a ditch!
Carrying on like this was not the answer, but Wei Zhao could not simply stop either—that would only mean a faster death. If he wanted to survive, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep fleeing forward.
In fact, besides fleeing, Wei Zhao had another option at this moment: dissolve his Primordial Spirit body on his own before the enemy cut him off. That way he would become a formless Primordial Spirit, able to float into the sky and escape—or even cancel this journey altogether and flee straight back to Cloud Terrace Island along his Primordial Spirit connection.
But that would render this entire Primordial Spirit projection meaningless, and Wei Zhao would absolutely never do such a thing unless it was the very last resort.
Moreover, even setting aside fleeing straight back to Cloud Terrace Island, every transformation between his Primordial Spirit and its bodily form would inevitably consume a great deal of it. Originally, given the strength of Wei Zhao's Primordial Spirit, he might have been able to last half a year; but if he kept switching back and forth like that, a single month would likely be more than he could manage.
The present situation, though dire, had not yet reached such a dead end. A sharp light flashed in Wei Zhao's eyes. This crisis had indeed caught him somewhat off guard, but he was now fully roused. Cloud Terrace Island, crowded with experts, had failed to corner him—and now that he had returned to the mortal realm, was he really to be driven to his wit's end by others? Not a chance!