'Yuwen Huaji? That old geezer is really persistent, chasing me all the way to the Dark Forest.' Shen Lang's heart tightened.
After pondering for a moment, Shen Lang said in his mind, 'Unless I'm completely unable to handle it, I won't ask you to intervene. For now, just rest quietly. Every bit of power you use now is one less you have... Besides, acting rashly could expose your presence and attract the attention of your enemies.'
'I understand,' Zuo Wentian replied respectfully, then fell silent.
A sharp glint flashed in Shen Lang's eyes as he commanded coldly, "Old ghost, until I reach the Xuanwu Realm, you will be my wings! Now, to the Sorrow Swamp!"
"Oh, respected boss, as you wish."
A pair of ink-black wings immediately unfurled from Shen Lang's back. He shot into the sky, transforming into a trail of black smoke as he flew toward the Sorrow Swamp.
The speed was unbelievable!
