Lin Xuan was not traveling at full speed, but with his current cultivation, even an ordinary streak of light was as swift as the wind and fast as lightning...
The Lone Soul Desert was vast and sprawling. Along the way, it was not as if Lin Xuan did not encounter other Ancient Demons, but most of them were around the Core Condensation or Nascent Soul Realm. Lin Xuan had no intention of paying them any mind and simply brushed past them.
Ancient Demons were fond of battle, but the moment they saw the speed of Lin Xuan's escape light, they knew they had run into a senior expert. Naturally, they would not be stupid enough to stroke a tiger's whiskers, and each of them avoided him as if they could not get far enough away.
Of course, Lin Xuan would occasionally stop to rest as well.
After all, cultivators were not forged from iron. Besides, although Lin Xuan wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible, it had not reached an extremely urgent point yet, so of course he would not foolishly make himself suffer too much.
Just like that, half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the Lone Soul Desert still showed no sign of an edge. This Demon World truly was vast to the extreme.
Lin Xuan clicked his tongue inwardly. At this moment, he was drinking water while resting.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed. He raised his head and gazed toward a certain spot on the horizon.
Black light flared brightly. A pitch-black streak of light was flying over in this direction.
And behind that streak of light, several faint masses of gray-white qi were chasing madly after it.
Seeing this, the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth could not help but twitch.
Trouble