Underground Small World
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Ahead, Qingfeng Li ran, trying desperately to escape; behind him, the Sky God's Avatar calmly followed.
The Sky God's Avatar was not at all afraid that Qingfeng Li would get away from him. He walked slowly, but each step he took placed him right behind Qingfeng Li, following at a leisurely pace, always ten meters from his back.
Along the way, some Eastern self-cultivators tried to come to Qingfeng Li's aid. But each time they did, the Sky God's Avatar would emit a beam of light from his eyes, piercing their bodies full of holes and sending blood flying. The victims all died instantly.
These Eastern self-cultivators were no match for the Sky God's Avatar. Right now, under the possession of the Sky God, no one was a match for Nicholas, not even Qingfeng Li.
Seeing the Eastern self-cultivators who had died trying to help him, Qingfeng Li felt a pang in his heart.