Over the desolate wilderness, the wind howled.
Three figures swiftly flew across the sky, with spiritual energy swirling around them, leaving long white trails like sharp blades carving out three distinct scars in the azure sky.
The ground below rapidly retreated, hills, rivers, and barren forests, transforming into indistinct patches of color in their view.
Dongfang Haoyue flew at the very front, his robes rolling in the air current, eyes crossing the distant horizon and gazing into the grey-toned faraway, his expression profound and calm.
"Young Master."
At this moment, a burly man with a crew cut spoke up beside him.
This man was sturdy, with broad shoulders and a thick back, his nostrils flaring twice as if trying to catch some scent in the air.
"I smell the stench of Stele Demon ahead. Not many in number but they are closing in on us, they must have detected our whereabouts."
