Lintang City border.
Above the clouds, a massive azure figure swept across the sky. Its powerful wings beat furiously, whipping up a gale as it flashed hundreds of meters ahead in the blink of an eye.
On the azure figure's back, The Whisperer warily scanned his surroundings, his expression incomparably grim.
Aside from drifting clouds, there was nothing else in the sky.
It was as if Zhou Ping had already given up pursuing them. Even as they were about to fly beyond Lintang City's borders, he had yet to reveal himself...
Yet even so, The Whisperer did not relax in the slightest. The unease and terror of a sword hanging over his head still made his body tremble uncontrollably.
Not being able to see Zhou Ping only made him more afraid.
Ding—!!
An invisible sound wave came from behind them, and a thread of sword qi instantly pierced through space, slashing into the Wind Vein Earth Dragon's left wing!
The Whisperer saw only a flash of white before the Wind Vein Earth Dragon let out a pained shriek. That single thread of sword qi had severed two-thirds of its left wing, leaving an incomparably smooth cut as blood sprayed forth.
Having lost its balance, the Wind Vein Earth Dragon tilted to one side. Fortunately, the gale supported its body, preventing it from losing control completely as it continued flying forward unsteadily.
Another soft sound rang out.
A second thread of sword qi came howling toward them.
The Whisperer turned back, his expression turning ugly. His black tailcoat billowed violently in the wind as he extended one hand. Dazzling, illusory radiance blossomed from his palm, attempting to envelop the thread of sword qi.
"Nightmare," The Whisperer muttered.
The illusory light swirled rapidly. In a daze, one bizarre world after another seemed