The Void Spirit army could not keep up with Shi Tiexin's pace.
Even with his fighting spirit spent and his strength at rock bottom, those exhausted Void Spirit Children still could not stop him.
The key problem was that once Tangben Long died, no one could locate Ling Xingjian anymore. All the high-level compatibles had been wiped out; no one remained with enough intelligence to organize a proper encirclement.
Shi Tiexin pressed onward, a transmitter in his left hand and Ling Xingjian supported in his right, carrying her on his back.
A familiar posture, a heavy heart.
Ling Xingjian's body hung limp, her hands dangling weakly. If her lungs had not still been breathing and her heart still beating, Shi Tiexin would have thought something had happened to her.
He raced all the way toward the harbor. After a whole night of flight, their final destination was finally within reach.
"Roar, roar, roar!" More than a hundred Void Spirit Children surged out of the harbor. They were a small force Tangben Long had stationed there in advance, along with some corpses converted on the spot. Though they had lost their commander, they still instinctively rushed out to intercept the two when they were weary men and exhausted horses.
"Get out of my way!" Shi Tiexin roared, summoning his last reserves of strength to charge forward. Moments later, he carved his way out of the encirclement and raced down the pier toward the point where the harbor stretched farthest into the sea, the place closest to the east.
From here, a tiny patch of white glimmered on the distant sea. Beneath the night sky, light and darkness met, creating a magnificent sight.
When he looked back, Void Spirits crowded behind them. This fresh force was brimming with stamina, an immense threat.