Qin Tian raced across the ice field, following the trail of two distinct auras.
His speed was incredible, and as he swept past the shattered ice mountains, he didn't even disturb the snowflakes clinging to the ice spikes. The fluctuations of spiritual energy around him were perfectly contained, as though he were not flesh and blood but a shadow merged with the snowstorm of the ice field.
Soon, the bloody aura ahead became clear, and Qin Tian's eyes sharpened with caution as he flew forward.
Near a Tier Seven master, even a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy or an anomalous breathing rhythm could alert the opponent.
He maintained a deliberate distance from the target, allowing him to observe movements clearly and vanish if the target sensed something unusual. With his polished skills in stealth and concealment, he followed steadily from behind, always undetected.
After tracking for a moment longer, the figure in front stopped.
