"Let's go!" Yang Ji was decisive, his Wings of Time-Space fluttering behind him as he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon, leaving the burly man standing there, dumbfounded.
"Holy shit! How can this kid fly so fast? How can we even chase him?" He was completely flabbergasted.
To be on the safe side, Yang Ji flew very far away before he landed and hid underground, resuming his crafting of the Wings of Time-Space.
Three hundred and one Dao Runes.
Three hundred and two Dao Runes.
Three hundred and three Dao Runes.
Four hundred and fifty-two Dao Runes.
With the one thousand one hundred and fifty-three Dao Runes he had already embedded during the crafting process, there were now three thousand Dao Runes in total, making it one thousand six hundred and five Dao Runes he had inserted.
