At the same time.
Tens of thousands of miles away.
Liang Mingtu, the Pseudo-Core Realm Clan Head of the Breaking Cloud Liang Clan, was desperately pouring spiritual power into the flying sword artifact beneath his feet as he raced toward the direction from which Ling Chengxia had called for aid.
His face was also filled with panic, and he prayed without cease that nothing must happen to Ling Chengxia.
Ling Chengxia was the offspring of Ling Pengyun, the Ling Clan's strongest cultivator of this generation.
And Liang Mingtu knew a thing or two about Ling Pengyun's strength.
If Ling Chengxia were to meet with misfortune in the Purple Scorpion Ridge Territory, where his clan was located—and while putting down the demonic cultivators for the Liang Clan and the Peace Cloud Yang Clan—his own Liang Clan would likely never see tomorrow's sun again.
It was precisely because he spared no spiritual power in driving his flying sword that, in less than half an hour, he arrived at the place where Ling Chengxia was battling that Golden Core Middle Stage demonic cultivator.
Liang Mingtu cast his eyes over the scene and saw that Ling Chengxia was unharmed for now, merely pale from excessive spiritual power consumption. Only then did he relax.
Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Ling Chengxia is all right.
With a silent sigh, he rushed forward as well to assist Ling Chengxia.
Before even half an incense stick's time had passed, Yang Siqi of the Breaking Cloud Yang Clan, a Golden Core Second Layer cultivator, also came rushing over in a great flurry. He too feared that Ling Chengxia might come to harm in this region.
This man was practically an ancestor.
Ling Chengxia, who had originally been at a disadvantage, gradually saw his situation improve with the aid of Liang Mingtu,