Night-Kṣetra truly was furious. He was an immortal paragon, an Abstrusity-Demolisher who had destroyed profundity and abstrusity.

Yet Yang Qi continued flying higher and higher into the empyrean winds and the dangerous lightning.

This was a height that most immortals wouldn’t dare ascend to.

The empyrean winds contained deadly ball lightning, the detonations of which could wipe even high-level immortals out of existence. Anyone who flew near such lightning would definitely be courting death.

Yet Yang Qi was a blur as he shot through it, with Immortal Paragon Night-Kṣetra hot on his trail.

Although Night-Kṣetra was having trouble catching up, he could see Yang Qi, and was convinced that he was the source of all the misfortune.

“Who are you?” he shouted. “How dare you steal King Heaven-Devourer’s talismans? Aren’t you worried about having your entire clan wiped out by us? You can’t escape! Getting those talismans won’t do you any good. If you stop right there I’ll spare your life, and even help...