Capítulo 981: Chapter 557: Purple Flame_2

And in that brief moment, Logan had once again escaped from under their watch.

The Saint Seat Ninth Level was, to put it mildly, wearing a very ugly expression.

"Chase!"

He said through clenched teeth, brimming with a murderous aura.

The cultivator from Saint Seat Eighth Level beside him couldn't help but cast a reproachful glance in his direction.

He had said earlier that they should have cut the grass and removed the roots immediately, not waste time with so much idle talk; and yet they didn't listen, didn't listen, and now look what happened—the man had run off.

The Saint Seat Eighth Level was full of rage inside, but what a pity that his "brother" beside him had a cultivation level one layer higher; a difference of one level was like the difference between heaven and earth.

If your skills are inferior, they are inferior; naturally, the Saint Seat Eighth Level didn't dare say anything.