The edge of the Demon Realm, unknown territory.
Zhang Xiaoman tracked Ni Yang's trail, continuing in the same direction, and more than half a month had passed in a flash.
Now the situation is that no planets can be seen nearby at all, even the ubiquitous black tide of the Demon Clan has disappeared, leaving only a solitary void wherever Zhang Xiaoman's gaze reaches.
"Where exactly is Ni Yang going? Why has he come running here?"
Zhang Xiaoman's biggest confusion now is why the other party is doing this, and is running forward at all costs.
He can see that the wound Ni Yang currently suffers from is likely not mild, and it seems the injury is worsening, as Ni Yang's speed has begun to noticeably decrease.
But even so, Ni Yang still hasn't stopped, continuing to fly forward, as if something there is attracting him.
"There's almost no sign of the Demon Clan here; could it be that I've already crossed beyond the Demon Realm to a farther outside place?"
