The night was thick like ink.
A mix of pungent blood and smoke filled the air on Taikang Road.
Fang Qingyu hovered several meters above the ground.
Star Point Tribulation Crystals flowed around him with a dim gleam.
His deep starry eyes gazed at the distant district rapidly swallowed by darkness.
Those four shadowy gray figures were the very Divine Bone Martial Saints he had subdued before.
Yet now they erupted with a frightening speed far surpassing that of the previous battle.
Transforming into four streams of light tearing through the air.
They vanished at the end of the street in just the blink of an eye, melting into the boundless dark depths of the city.
Fang Qingyu did not pursue.
Because it was all too sudden.
When his men were near death, those four suddenly turned tail and fled.
And they seemed to possess a special escape skill.
Their speed was extremely fast, and before he could react, he couldn't catch up.
Watching their backs, Fang Qingyu frowned slightly.
