'If I don't think of something soon, I'm going to be surrounded...'
Zou Feng cursed under his breath. He had no choice but to pull out another External Pill and use the recoil from an Outer Pill Cannon to speed himself up.
At the same time, the blast would throw the pursuing Tribulation Cultivators into a state of chaos.
This blast gave Zou Feng a chance to escape a great distance, and the sounds of tearing air behind him grew fainter and fainter.
He still didn't dare to relax, pushing his Drunken Immortal Moon Chasing Step to its absolute limit as he continued his mad dash.
He ran nonstop until near dusk, when he finally came to a halt.
He had to stop and rest for a moment; otherwise, he'd have to consume another External Pill just to maintain his physical condition.
Coincidentally, there was a swamp below. Without a second thought for the filth, Zou Feng submerged himself in it, leaving only his head above the surface.
