Shen Lang gritted his teeth. Despite his severe wounds, his long blade flashed in a brilliant horizontal slash. "Get lost, beast!"
A flash of blade light sent intense ripples of energy spreading outward. The creature attacking Shen Lang shrieked in mid-air as it was thrown backward.
It was the Netherworld Wolf King, which had lunged at him in silence!
"Stop him!"
Behind him, Xu Daolin and the other three roared angrily. Wings sprouted from their backs almost simultaneously as they soared into the sky. With a blur, they rapidly closed in.
'Damn, they're all loaded! Every single one has a Flying Spiritual Artifact! Looks like I'll have to get one myself...'
Shen Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The moment his feet touched the ground, he dodged and weaved across the bluestone path, bursting out of the canyon at an even greater speed.
Although the Flying Spiritual Artifacts were fast, Shen Lang's speed in his burst state was not much slower.
