Suppression Relic On Steroids

The concentrated energy of over two million lives acted like steroids for the Suppression Relic. Having already recovered two-thirds of its missing parts, it shot through the sky like a comet, carrying Feng Fan far from his pursuers.

Like the other members of the Bloodsucker Demon Sect, Luo Liqin's eyes burned with fury. Just as she prepared to give chase, a firm hand gripped her left arm.

Her anger turned to mild surprise as she saw Mao Hu stopping her.

"My love… what are you doing?"

Mao Hu's expression was cold, but the fire in his eyes betrayed his calm demeanor. Even so, he remained rational.

"Liqin, don't go after him. It's pointless."

Luo Liqin frowned. "Why? Are we just going to let him escape after everything he's done?!"

Mao Hu shook his head. "Think about it. The Bloodsucker Demon Sect spent countless resources to summon an immortal's clone, but it failed. Whether they kill him or not, the truth is… the sect is finished!"