Wei He had questions in his heart.
When he thought of it, he acted.
He immediately closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his breathing instantly became long and unbroken, the airflow around him seeming to be sucked into Wei He's lungs by two whirlpools before slowly being exhaled.
The furnishings in the cave were blown askew in every direction.
Wei He's entire body turned dark red, countless dim patterns slowly emerging across it.
He paid them no heed and merely raised a hand.
With a sweep.
Whoosh!
His arm appeared somewhere else in the blink of an eye.
The speed was so great that even Wei He himself could not see it clearly.
Yet his brows still furrowed slightly.
Because even so, he felt that he was still somewhat slower than Huan Songzi.
Both were extremely fast. Senior Brother Huan Songzi was not only a notch faster, but could also enter deeper into the True Realm, render his body invisible, and remain unseen even by ordinary True Persons.
A super-fast, invisible True Person.
And one capable of shattering his protective force at any moment.
Wei He merely simulated the circumstances of fighting him in his mind, and his hairs stood on end.
No matter how he pictured it, he was always the one who would be killed in an instant.
If Huan Songzi went all out and entered the Ethereal State, Wei He would not survive even a second before him.
That conclusion was like a basin of ice water poured over Wei He from head to toe.
It swiftly dispelled the faint complacency brought by his recent breakthrough.
At roughly the same realm, Black Cross from back then had been much more lovable.
Thick hide and tough flesh, fists meeting flesh—what was the point of running fast?