A stream of very pale dark beam skimmed over the mountain peaks like a wisp of fog, so fast that those with weaker vision could never see its movement. Riding on Sword of Greedy Wolf, Wu Qi had once again returned to Meng Mountains where he just came out from. Bowing his head and paying no attention to anything, he kept flying straight into the depth of the mountains.
A cluster of seven bright beams, each about thirty to fifty feet long, were chasing at high speed behind Wu Qi while emanating an aggressive aura. Their speed was slightly faster than Wu Qi, and were getting closer to their target with every passing second. However, if they wished to catch up with Wu Qi, they would have to fly for another couple dozens of hours, as Wu Qi's flying speed was just a tiny bit slower than theirs, an insignificant fraction slower.
