Fang Changzhi appeared in midair, watching the two figures of Chen Fei and Liao Xingfeng recede into the distance, his expression dark.
"Ancestor, that man must have used a secret art. As long as we keep pursuing him, once his speed falls, we can kill him!" Fang Xiyun said in a low voice.
Fang Changzhi nodded, using his origin power to carry Fang Xiyun as he relentlessly chased after Chen Fei and the others.
With Fang Changzhi's Ninth Order Mid Stage cultivation, he still could not match Chen Fei in speed. If this was not a secret art, then what was it?
The other party was now fleeing for his life. Was he not simply trying to reach a favorable location before the secret art dissipated, thereby escaping their pursuit?
If the other party had obediently thrown down the Inheritance Stone earlier, then faced with such movement speed, Fang Changzhi might not have pursued them so relentlessly.
After all, the time flow between the upper and lower layers of this plane was different. Delaying here any longer might mean that even if they succeeded in the trial later, they would gain nothing worthwhile.
Yet the other party still clung to the Inheritance Stone and refused to let go. If that was the case, then he could not blame Fang Changzhi for being ruthless.
In this world, if one did not know when to advance and when to retreat, then even if one died in the end, one would have death well deserved!
In less than a moment, they had crossed ten million miles. Chen Fei's figure gradually came to a halt in midair.
"Brother Chen?" Liao Xingfeng looked at Chen Fei, then sensed Fang Changzhi and Fang Xiyun still pursuing them three million miles away. The panic that had only