Zhou Ming watched, dumbfounded, while the gray-clothed man, although also surprised, furrowed his eyebrows tightly, seeming more perplexed than shocked.
A black and a red streak of light flashed across the sky above Tianji City, belonging to Shen Luo and that shadow. In the blink of an eye, they had flown twenty or thirty miles, with the shadow moving at an unbelievably fast speed. Shen Luo was already pushing his sword to its limits but still couldn't catch up.
Moreover, the shadow was surrounded by flickering light and emitted an extremely cold breath, which blocked Shen Luo's Divine Sense. He still hadn't figured out who or what the shadow was.
The two soon reached a somewhat desolate mountain range. Not far ahead was Tianji City's prohibition, but the shadow showed no sign of stopping.
