In the inner area of the mystic realm, the pursuit of the primordial spirit intensified with every passing second.
"Evil humans, I curse you to death! You mongrels will all die a horrible death!" The primordial spirit cursed loudly as she retreated under the fierce pursuit of the greedy cultivators, even though her face was like jade, she had a tired expression. Her breathing was irregular and her pearl-like eyes were drooping.
Suddenly, a burst of loud laughter was heard from behind making the primordial spirit feel a shiver in her fragile heart.
The assault became faster and faster, the band of cultivators fought even more fiercely and they continued to speed up their chase, resembling the domineering sea waves that could engulf the world itself.
After a few breaths of time, the primordial spirit's heart suddenly jumped as it felt a human hand slightly graze past her silky black hair.