With the strength of a Spirit Division cultivator, a mere tens of thousands of miles could not be said to be reached in the blink of an eye, but it would not take much effort either.
Very soon, a grand and imposing city came into view.
Tianfeng!
But Old Devil Gu paid it no mind. A mere mortal city was not something he took seriously.
At this moment, without using the tracking mark, he could sense with his divine sense that that hateful boy Lin was inside the city. Yet the other party's aura was astonishingly weak.
It was almost no different from a mortal's.
From him, Old Devil Gu could not even sense the slightest trace of magical power.
If he had not known better, he might truly have taken that boy for a mortal.
How could this be?
As an old monster of the Spirit Division stage, Old Devil Gu was widely experienced and knowledgeable, yet he had never encountered such a thing before—let alone even heard of it.
If not for the tracking mark being incomparably clear, he would almost have thought he had mistaken the person.
As thoughts turned through his mind, Old Devil Gu did not ponder further. First, he would seize that boy, then talk.
However, just as his Startling Rainbow rose and had only just approached the giant city, he heard an ancient, simple bell tolling in his ears. Solid and heavy, it served as a warning.
Squads of armored soldiers appeared atop the city walls, clad in uniform standard-issue scale armor, holding bronze Long Spears two meters in length.
These were all Demon-Transformed.
Of course, they were only ordinary guards, and their strength was not worth mentioning.
But as that bell sound entered their ears, many more Startling Rainbows of every color