He doesn't want to run anymore!

The Spiritual Pressure Field instantly descended on Xia Feng, enveloping him like the crushing weight of a mountain, imprisoning his entire body.

Xia Feng felt an intense pain in his soul, and his movements became sluggish.

The old man floated behind Xia Feng, smiling indifferently. In his vision, everyone seemed to move at half speed, everything around him was incredibly slow—this was indeed the new world that came with reaching the Third Rank.

He casually swung his scythe towards Xia Feng's neck, ready to finish off this so-called prodigy.

But—

His movement suddenly halted.

"Wha—" The old man's murky pupils contracted, as a ☩-shaped golden symbol flashed by. His gaze gradually became vacant, and at the same time, a frightening blood-colored aura surged from his feet and shot into the depths of his soul!