บท 63: Surrender

It was broad daylight, but the surrounding temperature had dropped to freezing levels. The cold atmosphere spread and a terrible chill swept over the area.

A figure appeared in the street like a ghost.

Every step that landed on the ground brought the figure hundreds of feet closer.

The figure weaved through the crowd, but the pedestrians on the street ignored him as if they didn't see him.

Daoist Priest Xuan Yang seemed to sense something and hurriedly looked back.

When he saw Yin Jijie closing in on him again, he turned ashen-faced. A ray of green light converged on his finger and he quickly tapped his chest.

He suppressed his injuries again and began to flee frantically.

"I want to live!"

He rushed toward the nearest government office.

Li Heng and the others had just finished eating and came out of the restaurant.