The group flew across mountains and valleys, their powerful aura as divine beings spreading throughout the air. Not a single beast dared to cause any trouble along their path.
Michelle kept a close eye on John, who was trailing behind. He deliberately increased his speed, but John followed at a steady pace, never falling behind.
It was clear he wasn't at his limit.
He could have gone even faster, but the nine demon race powerhouses accompanying him would struggle to keep up.
At this point, a few of those fellows were already panting heavily.
Yet John, riding his flying sword, remained relaxed and at ease.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep up that arrogance," Michelle thought with dissatisfaction, deciding not to push further.
As they advanced, the surrounding temperature continued to drop, and snowflakes began to swirl in the air.
In the distance, a massive snow-covered mountain came into view.
