Under the night sky, a white figure flashed rapidly across the mountains. Its speed was so fast that no one could see it clearly, as if it had merged into the night.
Behind him, five youths dressed in splendid feathered clothes were in close pursuit. They chased after that white figure relentlessly.
"Evil creature, how dare you steal my treasure!? You must have a death wish!"
The man dressed in gold-feathered clothes looked extremely angry. He repeatedly lashed out with the golden saber in his hand.
Waves of blade aura left long gashes on the ground, but none of them managed to make contact with the white figure who remained completely unharmed.
A man in white was wielding a brush made from the feathers of a crane. He was using it like a divine sword and kept shooting it toward the white figure.
But every time a strike was about to land on the white figure, he would suddenly dodge lightly to the side as if teasing his attackers.
