“Great Elder… he is running towards Sky Devil Prison Plains!”

A red robed Divine Adjudicator whose status now wasn’t low recognized Zhang Ping’s route of escape, urgently shouting this.

Then, his mouth was filled with dust, unable to say anything else.

It was because the instant he finished saying this, his tongue was burned to dust by a strand of Purgatory Mountain Great Elder’s flames.

This red robed Divine Adjudicator clutched his own throat, to the extent where he didn’t dare spit out the dust in his mouth. Only after a few breaths of time passed did he finally understand that his mistake was that he shouldn’t have called him Great Elder, but rather Patriarch.

“If you don’t know how to speak, then just don’t speak anymore.”

This Purgatory Mountain Great Elder laughed coldly inwardly. He didn’t believe Zhang Ping’s fleeing possessed any meaning, but he quickly discovered something that made him even more shocked and feverish… Zhang Ping’s Devil Transformation already exceeded the time of Purgatory Mountain Devil Transformation. Even those who could use Devil Transformation and had more soul force than Zhang Ping, after this much time, would still already have collapsed weakly onto the floor.

“Which…

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