SWISH!
Two streaks of Tunneling Light pierced the clouds, skimming over the vast, white sea of clouds.
Dong Yuelan's Escape Technique was quite profound; she could transform into a seven-colored morning glow, like a rainbow stretching across the sky.
Zhu Ju was different.
He commanded a Flying Sword of the Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact rank. Achieving Human-Sword Unity, he transformed into a streak of Tunneling Light, his figure indistinct as he followed closely behind.
Ten days had passed since the two left the Marketplace.
At first,
streaks of Tunneling Light had soared from every peak, converging in mid-air into a meteor shower that shot toward the front lines.
They would occasionally encounter a few familiar streaks of Tunneling Light, and the two would exchange greetings and travel together for a while.
The further on they went,
the fewer people there were.
Now, they hadn't encountered any fellow daoists for several days.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu."
