After that, he reined in his other hidden threads, and from afar, black silhouettes flew in like kites—all the corpses of the Demons he had slain along the way.
Li Hao soared into the sky with these corpses trailing behind him, like flying a kite, which presented quite a spectacular sight.
Pushing horizontally for three thousand li, from west to east, what frustrated Li Hao was that he never encountered the figure of the Demon King; the most powerful among them was merely at the Unwithering Realm.
"Are the Demons outside this barrier really just those three?"
Li Hao was somewhat sullen.
Until now, he was barely warmed up.
Continuing forward, Li Hao skimmed past some mountaintops, using his Divine Soul to survey the surroundings for any trails.
Atop several mountains, Li Hao detected the caverns of Demons, but they were all empty without a trace.
