บท 712: Dragon Blood Secret Skill!

"This speed?"

The black-robed elder witnessed Jian Wushuang's speed in shock, but soon snorted. A black gas surged as he sped up and chased Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang ran and the black-robed elder chased, and soon they both disappeared on the battlefield.

As for the Demon Gods, including four Silver-armored Demon Gods, they just realized and saw the black-robed elder chasing Jian Wushuang. They also wanted to help, but Jian Wushuang and the elder were far too fast.

Even though they could catch up, they were only the Copper-armored and the Silver-armored Demon Gods, so they wouldn't be able to ward against the black-robed elder's attack.

The only one who could help was the Gold-armored Demon God, but he chased Wu Dao, making it impossible.

Therefore, Jian Wushuang could only rely on himself.

In the dense jungle, Jian Wushuang ran in a frenzy. His eyes were full of rage, but more of it was self-blame and guilt.