Chapter 692: Eighth Tier Weida Master Zongshi? Leave it to me!

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

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

The one in the center had an aura reaching Eighth Tier Lower Rank; the gales swirling around him were deeper in color and sharper in essence.

He was an Eighth Tier Lower Rank Weida Sect elemental wind-type psychic.

The other two were Seventh Tier Upper Rank enhancement-type psychics, capable of flight only by relying entirely on the wind-type Weida Sect master.

"Daring to fly so openly in the wilderness zone? They must be from Tianming Sect!"

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

Though her power could easily crush the three above her.

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

the Ninth Tier Beast Emperor-level White Wolf would immediately sense it and teleport over.

Therefore, she could not strike first.

"Understood." Xu Jingming replied inwardly.

Since they were fleeing for their lives, the two of them naturally did not use their true faces.

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

The battle armor Ling Shuang wore was also completely different from before.

As long as Tianming Sect hadn't gone mad enough to kill every psychic they encountered along the way, they might pass undetected.

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

Xu Jingming suddenly unleashed his concealed Seventh Tier Upper Rank aura, asking the figures in the sky with wary expression.

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 is severely injured; she couldn't have fully recovered.

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

The tall, thin black-clad Seventh Tier Upper Rank master among them asked in confusion.

His ability was the Enhancement-type Beast-class A-rank psychic power: "Ironbone Hyena."

He was extremely sensitive to blood scent; any wound, no matter how slight, he could easily detect.

Yet he did not know that, under normal circumstances, Ling Shuang should not yet have fully recovered by now.

But Xu Jingming's blood cocoon, formed from absorbing the 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-type Eighth Tier Weida Sect master frowned.

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

"Was it an illusion?"

Following Tian Yao's orders,

these Eighth Tier Yidazhu Sect masters each led a psychic with perception abilities to search within this 120-kilometer radius for Ling Shuang.

Of course, they couldn't simply kill every psychic they encountered along the way.

After all, due to the two Ninth Tier Peak ferocious beasts, many Seventh Tier masters and even Eighth Tier Weida Sect masters were nearby.

If they engaged in battle every time, they'd have no time left for searching.

After a moment's thought, the Eighth Tier Weida Sect master continued:

"Both of you, demonstrate your psychic abilities."

Aura and appearance can be faked, but psychic type cannot be altered.

Whether that woman is Ling Shuang can be confirmed simply by verifying her ability.

On the ground, Xu Jingming feigned outrage, but whispered mentally to Ling Shuang:

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

As he spoke, Xu Jingming's blue-purple Lei Ting, disguised by the Concealment Technique, erupted violently!

Simultaneously, the "Lei Huo" combat technique was activated, transforming into brilliant golden flames swirling around Ling Shuang's body.

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

Even a Ninth Tier psychic couldn't immediately determine which of them was the source of the ability.

Not to mention their strongest member was merely an Eighth Tier Lower Rank 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 Tier Upper Rank master with the "Ironbone Hyena" ability asked.

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

The Eighth Tier Weida Sect master nodded; the terrifying gales swirled around him 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 days ahead would be unbearable.

They had no time to waste here.

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

Immediately seizing the opportunity, they continued sprinting; when the distance to the spatial lockdown zone shrank to less than two kilometers,

a sudden roar erupted from the sky behind them:

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

The three Eighth Tier Weida Sect masters had returned, chasing toward them.

The leading eighth-rank Grandmaster wore an utterly savage expression.

"You can't escape!! Storm Dragon Tornado!"

Boom!!

A massive tornado of raging wind, as if about to bridge heaven and earth, surged toward Xu Jingming and Hearing Ling Shuang.

"We've been spotted!"

Hearing Ling Shuang's face went pale, and she hastily said:

"The White Wolf of the Void could teleport over at any moment. I'll step in now to hold them off — you keep running!"

"Sister Shuang, don't rush. That spatial-type mutant very likely hasn't noticed us.

Otherwise, it would have teleported over long ago.

If you go all-out, you might actually draw its attention instead."

Xu Jingming held Hearing Ling Shuang back and analyzed calmly.

In fact, just as he had guessed, the White Wolf of the Void had not been acting together with the Tianming Sect Sect's people at all.

As long as there was no spatial fluctuation within the lockdown zone, it couldn't be bothered to meddle in these ants' squabbles.

That's right — even an eighth-rank Grandmaster was, in its eyes, still just an ant.

"True enough."

Hearing Ling Shuang realized it too upon hearing this, but watching the incoming tornado of raging wind, she still said anxiously:

"Then what do we do? The Heavenly Demon has most likely already started heading this way by now.

If we don't strike down this wind-system Grandmaster, it'll be very hard for us to escape."

A wind-system eighth-rank Grandmaster was extremely skilled at kiting, and that whole chain of wind-system battle techniques could easily slow down an esper's sprinting speed.

This distance of less than two kilometers — if they left this eighth-rank Grandmaster unchecked,

the endless barrage of battle techniques alone would be enough to keep them from covering even 500 meters.

"Don't worry — just leave it to me."

With the ninth layer of the Doushen Shenlei Immortal Body, plus the first layer of the Lei Ting Domain, Xu Jingming was confident he could slay this eighth-rank Grandmaster on the spot.

"Leave it to you?" Hearing Ling Shuang was stunned for a moment.

Before she could react, she saw Xu Jingming abruptly enter Lightning Rage Form.

Crackle-crackle—

Powerful Lei Guang coiled around him, and a resplendent Thunder Dragon Wings unfurled from behind Xu Jingming.

Whoosh—

His entire body, over three meters tall, a burly frame like a war god's, shot up into the sky and flew toward the three of them!