"Understood."
In the desolate plain, apart from a sprinkling of dreary wild grass, there were a jumble of white bones everywhere. Due to the open views on the plain, once one flew into the sky, one could oversee dozens of miles from their point of view.
Xiao Chen had no choice but to once again put distance between himself and his target, frequently losing sight of them. After all, he was not a god who could scan with a Divine Sense and instantly comprehend the world outside of his body.
Even to the end, he had lost sight of the thirteen experts. Fortunately due to the extreme speed of the Eight-phase World and continual changes in position, they could always be found again.
At dusk, the sunset cast a desolate red hue. The Devil's Plain seemed to be dyed red, combined with the bones scattered around, it appeared exceptionally eerie and gloomy.
