Shu Feng sped along at an astonishing pace. After a while, the four people chasing him were forced to circulate their Spiritual Power to bolster their physical abilities, just to barely keep up.
After racing for dozens of miles, Shu Feng plunged into a forest. He weaved through the trees for a moment before vanishing completely from the four experts' perception.
"He got away! Third Bro, you're up!"
A tall, burly middle-aged man with a long scar on his face and a savage air about him frowned and barked the order.
A gaunt man with a sinister expression began chanting a mysterious incantation, then pointed a finger.
Wisps of gray mist appeared, coalescing in the air to form a single, mysterious eyeball that gazed toward the forest.
Countless streams of information flowed into the mysterious eyeball, but it found nothing.
