A grey-blue Escaping Light tore through the void.
It was extremely rare to see its form completely unobscured.
Clearly employing the classic second-order top-tier spell from the Xianmen Sect, "Minor Magnet Light Escape Art," it radiated a sharp aura, which vaguely took the shape of a sword.
Behind it, 360 Air-Space Warplanes roared past, leaving trails of white, and despite forming a third-rank Military Formation, they were still much slower than the grey-blue Escaping Light ahead.
Several times the grey-blue Escaping Light pulled ahead by more than ten kilometers.
Then thinking it over, worried that they might be killed, it returned.
"Dari Swordsman, don't be anxious,"
Liu Mei couldn't help but say, "This is a Small World of the Xianmen Sect; he absolutely cannot escape. A Golden Pill Monk has no Seizing ability, losing his body means he's weakening every second, time is on our side."
"I understand."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath and calmed down somewhat.
