Whoosh—
Hu Li panted heavily. It wasn't easy to tire a Demon King to this extent.
He raised his head and looked at the calm Zhou Shu. After a long time, he said, "Who the hell are you? How can you have a cultivation level comparable to Demon King?"
He was as tired as a dog, and the other party was also escaping, so why wasn't he tired?
How could it be so easy to escape from a few Demon Kings?
The key was that while escaping, he would stop from time to time to shoot a few arrows.
Hu Li had mixed feelings about this person who had once pretended to be Yao Qing and deceived him. He didn't know if he should hate him.
"I might not be as good as you Demon Kings at fighting, but I'm good at running." Zhou Shu smiled. His current cultivation level was actually only a step away from the Grotto-Heaven realm. In other words, his cultivation level was inferior to that of Demon Kings like Hu Li.