High above, a dramatic chase was unfolding.
A bronze coffin was darting ahead, with over a dozen Transcendance Tribulation Stage experts frantically pursuing it.
One chasing, the other fleeing, they instantly crossed thousands of miles.
"Where do you think you're running to!" Xiahou Wei unleashed a fierce palm strike, its powerful wind tearing through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it struck the bronze coffin, emitting a deafening noise. The bronze coffin swayed for a moment, then continued its mad dash. Xiahou Wei raised an eyebrow, "It took a hit from me and nothing happened?"
"Let me try!" Linghu Wuheng pulled out a pitch-black sword, held the hilt with both hands, lifted it high, and brought it crashing down, "Buzzz!!!" A blade Qi, over a dozen zhang long, ripped through the sky, howling as it violently struck towards the bronze coffin.
The speed of the blade Qi was incredibly fast, almost instantly slashing onto the bronze coffin.
"Crack... scrape..."
