In the plains of Heavenly River State, Lin Shiming's Spirit Boat dared not stop for even a moment.
At this time, his clan had dispatched three teams along three paths; if any group were caught up to, it was fate, and that was all he could do.
After all, everyone was mentally prepared for this possibility when they left the clan and were called to arms.
Of course, the one under the most pressure right now was Lin Xianzhi, whose strength at the latter stage of Foundation Establishment had been severely injured.
Lin Shiming dared not look back, nor did he dare to extend his Divine Sense too far, for stretching it out too much might allow others to detect it.
In such times, the sky was filled with the probing Divine Senses of demon cultivators; once Divine Senses met, seeking one out would be courting death.
Of course, with his Divine Sense, he was confident that even if Chen the Old Demon personally chased him, he would be able to detect it.
