WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH~
High in the sky, astral winds boomed and sonic waves crashed like a tide. The landscape on the ground blurred and receded at incredible speed.
Empowered by his Dapeng Wings and the rotation of his Magnetic Field,
Wu Dao's speed was immense. He was like a meteor streaking across the firmament—one moment a speck on the horizon, the next, gone from sight.
As he tore through the air at extreme speed,
information about the Rat Race churned in his mind.
The Rat Race.
One of the former Five Immortal Families of the South Border.
When the Demon Suppression Emperor scoured the mortal realm of demons and monsters, they had escaped the purge, lying dormant in dark places to recuperate.
Six or seven hundred years had passed.
Their reappearance now meant they had surely recovered and were looking to stir up trouble.
The Rat Race was somewhat different from other Demon Races.
To be specific,
one followed the path of elites,
