Han Li had long discovered that the Bloodlight Holy Ancestor was relentlessly pursuing him from behind. With a chill in his heart, he had already pushed his mana to the limit, making the Roc Bird's four wings flap madly.
However, the speed of the Ancestor's scarlet vessel was something Han Li had never seen before in any flying artifact.
Despite its two pairs of crystal wings flapping, the vessel kept a steady distance behind him, leaving Han Li utterly helpless.
Could it be that he truly had to confront the incarnation of the Bloodlight Holy Ancestor?
Putting aside the fact that the opponent might have other formidable divine skills, just the two artifacts in his hands were earth-shattering! Han Li had no assurance of holding his ground against them.
But at this moment, locked by the opponent's spiritual sense, unless he could pull away tens of thousands of miles, he couldn't truly escape.
As Han Li flew in escape, his mind raced, secretly contemplating strategies.
