At this moment.
A mythical bird resembling a fire cloud soared across the sky.
"Look, doesn't that bird resemble Qin Feng's mythical bird?" Commander Yang remarked.
Elder Fei and others glanced towards it.
"Where is he headed?"
"Seeing how swiftly he's flying, he must be pursued by the white-haired elder! Everyone, stay alert!"
"..."
Qin Feng flew for quite a while...
Weng Zhiru couldn't help but ask, "There's nothing behind him!"
"Yeah! Why hasn't the white-haired elder shown up yet?"
"..."
Elder Fei's eye twitched, saying, "You haven't encountered the white-haired elder, so you don't know his strength. Just make sure you're always prepared for battle and stay hyper-vigilant!"
…
Another half day passed.
The sun set in the west.
The people at the war zone base were utterly exhausted, and Weng Zhiru and others were yawning.
At this moment.
Unrivaled spoke: "Look! Qin Feng's mythical bird is flying north from the south again!"
Everyone turned to look.
