142. Escape

The clouds churned incessantly across the sky, as pear blossoms covered the ground like snow.

Aloft in the high sky, the elder ancestor of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion stood on air with sweeping sleeves, his expression brimming with undisguised satisfaction.

Originally, he thought that his first intervention after many years would end in vain, and that he would have to swallow his pride to fulfill his wish of killing the opponent right here. However, to his surprise, the situation took another turn.

The domesticated Return to Void Demon had dropped the ball at a critical moment.

"Hahaha, it seems righteousness truly stands on my side!"

With the Confucian-Mo Pavilion elder's loud laughter, a terrifying oppression also spread from the horizon.

Clearly, to avoid prolonging the night and thus dreams, he planned not to give them any chance to struggle.