Yang An's figure flashed out of the light, flying several hundred meters in the blink of an eye. He quickly vanished from sight, not even glancing back.
By the time the light faded and countless Demon Fiends arrived, everything at the scene had been obliterated, leaving no trace.
A hundred li away, Yang An landed in a barren wasteland. The air was clear of any Demonic Qi.
He was already heading in the opposite direction of Bai'an City, having abandoned the idea of continuing toward it.
The Demon Fiend had been right; what he'd seen in the illusion was highly likely to happen. For all he knew, Qing Xin had already announced his death.
'If I go back now, I'll have to prove my identity, which would be a huge hassle.'
'And if that guy Qing Xin is dead set on treating me as a Demon Fiend and tries to kill me on sight, it'll be even more trouble.'
