Compel

Ling Han did not fear the dominating might of a Spiritual Infant Tier elite, but if he was struck by the martial intent of one, that would be like an egg being smashed onto a rock. His only fate would be being shattered into pieces.

Thus, when the decree flew towards him, he could only choose to retreat.

"Run! Run! Let's see where you can run to!" Feng Yan smirked frostily and chased after him, waving the decree like a whip. When he whipped the decree, the might of a Spiritual Infant Tier became more and more terrifying. Even those elites in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier were sweating bullets, and the others, needless to say, were all paralyzed like pools of sludge.

Ling Han's figure raced rapidly as he simultaneously thought of a plan.