Chapter 692

A voice like thunder exploded beside their ears; Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang both changed expression and looked up simultaneously.

Through gaps in the dense foliage, they saw three armored psychics surrounded by whirling gales, hovering about a hundred meters above ground.

The one in the center radiated an eighth-rank lower-tier aura; the gales swirling around him were deeper in color and sharper in essence.

He was an eighth-rank lower-tier Grand Master of the elemental wind psychic type.

The other two were seventh-rank upper-tier enhancement-type psychics, capable of flight only by relying entirely on the wind Grand Master.

"Flying so brazenly in the wilderness? They must be from the Heavenly Fate Cult!"

Ling Shuang sent a mental message to Xu Jingming, "Try to bluff your way past them first."

Though her power could easily crush the three above.

But they were still within the spatial lockdown zone; if she unleashed her full spatial psychic ability,

the ninth-rank Beast Emperor, the White Wolf, would immediately sense it and teleport over.

Therefore, she couldn't strike first.

"Understood." Xu Jingming replied inwardly.

Since they were fleeing for their lives, neither of them used their true faces.

Long before departure, they had controlled their facial muscles to alter their appearances.

Ling Shuang's battle armor was also completely different from before.

As long as the Heavenly Fate Cult hadn't gone mad enough to kill every psychic they encountered, they might pass undetected.

"Three of you, we don't seem to have any connection, do we?"

Xu Jingming suddenly unleashed his concealed seventh-rank upper-tier aura, glaring warily at the figures in the sky.

Ling Shuang's voice might be recognized, so it was better for him to step forward.

"Boss, why stop these two? The target is one person—they're two.

And Ling Shuang was severely injured; she couldn't have fully recovered.

I can sense no signs of injury on either of them."

One of the three, a tall, thin black-clad seventh-rank upper-tier Master with the ability "Iron-Boned Hyena," frowned.

His enhancement-type beast-class A-rank psychic ability granted him extreme sensitivity to blood.

Any wound, no matter how minor, he could easily detect by scent.

Yet he didn't know that, under normal circumstances, Ling Shuang shouldn't have fully recovered by now.

But Xu Jingming's blood cocoon, formed from absorbing divine blood, had enveloped her as well.

While strengthening Xu Jingming's physique, it had also completely healed her injuries.

"No blood scent on them?" The wind Grand Master frowned.

Yet he had clearly sensed traces of spatial psychic energy just now.

"Was it an illusion?"

Following the Heavenly Demon's orders,

these eighth-rank Red Clerics, each accompanied by a psychic with perception abilities, had been searching within a 120-kilometer radius for Ling Shuang.

Naturally, they couldn't kill every psychic they encountered along the way.

After all, due to the two ninth-rank peak ferocious beasts, many seventh-rank Masters and even eighth-rank Grand Masters lurked nearby.

If they engaged in constant battles, they'd have no time left for searching.

After a moment's thought, the eighth-rank Grand Master continued:

"Both of you, demonstrate your psychic abilities."

Aura and appearance could be faked, but psychic types couldn't be altered.

Whether the woman was Ling Shuang could be confirmed simply by verifying her ability.

On the ground, Xu Jingming feigned outrage, but inwardly sent Ling Shuang a mental message:

"Sister Shuang, don't use your ability—leave it to me."

As he spoke, Xu Jingming unleashed his disguised blue-purple lightning, now transformed by the Concealment Technique!

Simultaneously, he activated the "Thunderfire" combat technique, wrapping Ling Shuang's body in brilliant golden flames.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, close together, while the three above remained over a hundred meters away.

Even a ninth-rank psychic couldn't immediately determine which of them was the source of the abilities.

Especially since their strongest member was merely an eighth-rank lower-tier Master.

"Can we go now?" Xu Jingming asked in a low voice.

Excessive fear would only draw suspicion.

"One lightning, one fire—Boss, this shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The seventh-rank upper-tier Master with the "Iron-Boned Hyena" ability asked.

"Hmm, psychic abilities can't be faked."

The eighth-rank Grand Master nodded; the terrifying gales swirling around him faded as he ignored Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang, flying off in another direction.

Ling Shuang was the ultimate target of this mission; if she escaped, the coming days would be unbearable.

They had no time to waste here.

"We fooled them." Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang both exhaled in relief.

Immediately, they pressed forward, racing onward—until the spatial lockdown zone was less than two kilometers behind them.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from the sky behind them:

"No—it wasn't my illusion! You are Ling Shuang!"

The trio of eighth-rank Grand Masters had turned back and were chasing them.

The lead Grand Master's face twisted with fury.

"You won't escape!! Storm Tornado!"

BOOM!!

A colossal wind tornado, as if connecting heaven and earth, surged toward Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang.

"We've been discovered!"

Ling Shuang paled and hurriedly said:

"The White Wolf could teleport here any moment—I'll hold them off, you keep running!"

"Sister Shuang, don't rush. The spatial variant likely hasn't noticed us yet.

Otherwise, it would've teleported over already.

If you unleash your full power, you might draw its attention."

Xu Jingming stopped her, analyzing calmly.

In truth, as he suspected, the White Wolf had never joined forces with the Heavenly Fate Cult.

As long as no spatial fluctuations occurred within the lockdown zone, it had no interest in meddling with these ants' squabbles.

Indeed, even an eighth-rank Grand Master was nothing but an ant in its eyes.

"You're right."

Ling Shuang realized it, yet as the tornado loomed, she still fretted:

"Then what do we do? The Heavenly Demon is probably already heading this way.

If we don't kill this wind Grand Master now, we won't escape."

An eighth-rank wind Grand Master excelled at harassment; his wind combat techniques easily slowed down fleeing psychics.

If they left this eighth-rank Grand Master unchecked,

his endless techniques alone would prevent them from covering even five hundred meters.

"Don't worry—leave it to me."

With the ninth level of Divine Thunder Unyielding Body and the first level of Thunder Domain, Xu Jingming was confident he could slay this eighth-rank Grand Master on the spot.

"Leave it to you?" Ling Shuang froze.

Before she could react, Xu Jingming suddenly entered Thunder Storm Mode.

CRACKLE—

Powerful lightning surged around him as brilliant thunderwing wings unfurled from his back.

WHOOSH—

His massive, demonic frame, over three meters tall, shot skyward toward the three.