"Faster!"
"Faster!"
"Just a little faster!"
He kept roaring inwardly, his wings trembling to their utmost limit.
A colossal figure ninety feet long sped along the murky-clear boundary between the Sunken Sea and the Flowing Ocean Sea Area. Explosive booms occasionally ripped through the air, and when it appeared again, it was already hundreds of feet away.
From time to time, rogue cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society looked up at the sight. At first, they thought some formidable Great Demon King had arrived, but the dense fluctuations of mana clearly showed that this was a Human Race cultivator.
They could not understand why this person was flying so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he had already fled several miles away.
By the time they snapped out of their daze and looked again, he was already thousands of miles away.
Relying on the Nine Myriad Miles of his Heavenly Peng True Body and the occasional use of Exploding Void Step, Luo Chen finally widened the distance between himself and Three Pillar Gorge.
A wild gale rose, and the Peng bird crashed directly into a solitary peak rising from the sea.
Once the dust settled, Luo Chen emerged from the shattered peak, his face slightly pale—not because his mana had been depleted, but because he had been frightened.
Why would a Demon Emperor descend upon the Sunken Sea for no reason, and from the direction of the Human Race's hinterland—the most unlikely direction of all?
"The most unlikely direction!"
Luo Chen's expression changed drastically.
Following the endless horizon, he looked toward a distant place.
There lay the legendary forbidden land of the Northern Sea—Arctic Night Yama Heaven!
"How could this be possible?"
"Weren't the two grand formations there said to be capable of suppressing the high-tier demon beasts