Chapter 60: This Foundation Establishment old dog's speed is too fast!

Creak—squeak—

The dilapidated Black Feather Boat was like a broken windbox about to fall apart, staggering low-altitude flight among the rugged peaks on the outskirts of the Man Yun Mountain Range.

Wang Shan's eyes were bloodshot, he gripped the Control Compass tightly, constantly shifting direction, trying to use the undulating mountains and jagged rocks below to shake off that pursuit that clung like a bone‑eating maggot.

Every turn made the hull emit a grating groan, as if it would completely break apart any moment.

The makeshift Spirit Glue Wood and Stable Flow Silk patches had long lost their luster, cracks spreading like a spiderweb, wood shavings and tiny metal fragments peeling off the hull from time to time, swept away by the gale.

This damned thing, how much longer can it hold?

Wang Shan had no idea.

He now felt like he was driving an antique car whose tires were about to fall off and whose engine could explode any second, doing drifts on the edge of a cliff.

Exciting? No, it's life‑threatening!

【Warning! High‑energy reaction approaching at high speed from behind! Distance: thirty li!】

【Warning! Distance: twenty‑five li!】

【Warning! Distance: twenty li!】

The system's icy alert tone sounded like a death talisman, ringing repeatedly in Wang Shan's mind.

He caught a glimpse of the glaring red dot on the system interface out of the corner of his eye; it was rapidly expanding at a despair‑inducing speed, steadily charging toward them, that speed simply unbelievable!

"Damn it! This Foundation Establishment old dog's speed is too fast!" Wang Shan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

How long has it been? Even at most a few hours since leaving Luo Bay County, and they've already chased us this far! The speed of a Foundation Establishment cultivator flying on a sword is truly beyond what a Body Refining realm can imagine.

Just as the red dot closed to within ten li——

Hum—

An intangible yet oppressive dread, heavy as mountains, like a bursting dam's flood, surged from behind and instantly enveloped the tottering Black Feather Boat.

"Pfft!"

"Waa—"

Inside the cabin, those with only Body Refining stages one or two, or not even into Body Refining—women, children, and youths—could not withstand the sudden Spiritual Pressure impact; they turned deathly pale, spat a mouthful of blood, then rolled their eyes and collapsed limp to the ground, unconscious.

Even Wang Zhize and Wang Zhitao, the family's core members at Body Refining stages three and four, all turned ashen as paper, feeling as if a huge stone pressed on their chests, breathing difficult, their Spiritual Power circulation instantly becoming sluggish as if mired in mud, making even lifting a finger extraordinarily hard.

Fear, like an icy venomous snake, instantly coiled around the hearts of every conscious Wang family member.

Is this the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Just its presence is enough to rob a Body Refining cultivator of any ability to resist!

Only Wang Shan, relying on his formidable Body Refining Stage Eight Midphase physique and willpower far beyond ordinary people, barely managed to keep his footing under this pressure.

But even so, he felt as if a sudden invisible mountain had been placed on his back; each breath sent a burning pain through his lungs, his bones creaked, as if they might be crushed at any moment by this force.

He had never before so clearly sensed the enormous gap between Body Refining and Foundation Establishment, a chasm as vast as a heavenly moat!

It's literally a world of difference! No, it's the difference between a firefly and the bright moon!

"Steady your minds, old man!" Wang Shan let out a low, hoarse growl from his throat, his voice rough from the immense pressure, "Circulate the Concealing Breath Art! Restrain your breath!"

The surviving clan members, hearing this, gritting their teeth against fear and bodily discomfort, desperately tried to activate that rudimentary Basic Concealing Breath Art.

However, this technique, which doesn't even rank as a First Order, was virtually useless against the deliberate Spiritual Sense pressure unleashed and locked onto them by a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It felt like trying to hold back a raging storm with a thin sheet of window paper—fragile and laughable.

They could still clearly feel an icy, sharp, scrutinizing Spiritual Sense, like a searchlight, locking firmly onto the Black Feather Boat and onto each of them, leaving them nowhere to hide, as if stripped naked before the enemy.

Just then, an icy, mocking voice sounded directly in the minds of every conscious Wang family member without warning, clear as if whispering beside their ear:

"Hmph, a bunch of ants, dare to think they can escape from my palm?"

Spiritual Sense transmission!

This is the legendary means that only cultivators of Foundation Establishment and above can master!

The opponent doesn't even need to speak; they can directly pour the sound into their minds!

At this moment, the little morale the Wang family had just mustered thanks to Wang Shan was instantly crushed by this sudden Spiritual Sense transmission!

Fear spread like a plague; some of the weaker‑willed clan members even let out despairing whimpers, their eyes glazing over, nearly losing all will to resist.

Too strong! The enemy is too powerful!

How can we fight? Even fleeing has become a luxury!

"Ahhh!" Wang Shan's eyes turned blood‑red, his vision nearly bursting, the pent‑up frustration and anger in his chest almost bursting out; he slammed a fist onto the Control Compass before him, emitting a muffled "Bang!"

He knew the opponent was playing a cat‑and‑mouse game!

At a Foundation Establishment cultivator's speed, if they truly wanted to kill us, they'd have caught up long ago!

Now, leisurely hanging back, tormenting them with Spiritual Sense pressure and breaking their will with Spiritual Sense transmission—clearly they're just toying with us, savoring the pleasure of watching prey struggle in its death throes!

To kill, they also want to destroy the heart!

What ruthless tactics! What vicious intent!

Wang Shan frantically drove the Black Feather Boat, pouring every last bit of his meager Spiritual Power into it, even burning his essence blood without regard for cost, trying to squeeze out the last scrap of potential from this wreck.

Creak—creak—

The Black Feather Boat's groan grew more shrill, the hull trembling like a leaf in the wind, as if it would disintegrate mid‑air any second.

But Wang Shan could no longer afford to worry about that!

He had to run! He had to find a sliver of hope before the opponent lost patience!

We can't go on like this!

If we keep being tormented by that old dog's pressure and Spiritual Sense transmission, even before the enemy strikes, our people will likely suffer a mental breakdown and lose all fighting capacity!

By then we'd truly be fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of anyone!

What to do? What to do?!

Wang Shan's gaze locked onto the constantly refreshing Environment Scan map on the system interface.

The Man Yun Mountain Range, with its complex terrain and rampant demonic beasts, also hinted that some special locales might exist, usable to escape our predicament!

His gaze swiftly scanned the map's markers, his mind racing as he cross‑checked the system's information with the fragmentary data on the Man Yun Mountain Range he had found earlier in Wan Hong's storage bag.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto an area not far ahead on the map, marked in deep red by the system.

It was a long, narrow, deep canyon, marked on the map with three characters—【Thunderstorm Canyon】.

The system's annotation was strikingly conspicuous: 【Extremely dangerous zone! Year‑round covered by a high-intensity thunder and lightning field, strongly interfering with and damaging Spiritual Sense probes and Flying Magic Artifacts! The interior environment is harsh, survival odds extremely low!】

Thunderstorm Canyon?

Wang Shan's heart leapt!

He recalled that the fragmentary map left by Wan Hong had also marked this place prominently, calling it a 'dead land,' which ordinary cultivators avoided at all costs; it was said that even Foundation Establishment cultivators dared not venture deep inside!

Dangerous?

Of course it's dangerous! Extremely dangerous!

But that strong interference with Spiritual Sense and destructive effect on Flying Magic Artifacts…

Isn't this exactly what he needs right now?!

Let's gamble!

Rather than being chased like a rabbit by this Foundation Establishment old dog, eventually exhausted, captured, and dying in humiliation, it's better to charge into Thunderstorm Canyon and gamble on that sliver of life!

Place oneself in a deadly situation to survive!

"Zhize!" Wang Shan snapped his head around, roaring at the pallid, struggling Wang Zhize, "Adjust course! Target, the Thunderstorm Canyon ahead! Full speed ahead!"

Wang Zhize staggered at the words, obviously also knowing the fearsome reputation of Thunderstorm Canyon, but seeing his father's indisputable gaze, he instantly grasped the Family Head's resolve.

"Yes, father!" Wang Zhize hesitated not, immediately struggling to control the compass, turning the ship's prow, he launched the final charge toward that stretch of Thunderstorm Canyon that represented death and hope.

Behind them, ten li away.

Wan Tianjue hovered on his Flying Sword, watching the battered flying vessel ahead suddenly veer and rush toward Thunderstorm Canyon, a cruel smile curling his lips.

"You think you can storm Thunderstorm Canyon? Foolish ants, do you really believe that will let you escape alive?"

"Fine, saves me the trouble of doing it myself."

The jar is ready, just waiting for the turtle.

He followed behind leisurely, as if enjoying a splendid play.

He wanted to see just how this clueless Wang Family remnant would be reduced to ashes in the violent thunder and lightning!