Luo Zheng had little interest in hunting down the Sea Dragon Race. His target was the Chaotic Origin Spirit.
If the Sea Dragon Race obediently handed over the Chaotic Origin Spirit, Luo Zheng would not kill them.
Just as he charged toward the Sumeru Ring, the black mist above began to churn again.
Whoosh!
The fierce gale swept in once more!
Luo Zheng's expression abruptly changed as he felt the force of the wind.
If the gale picked up, heaven only knew how far it would carry him. He would probably never find that ring again.
His brows shot up, and he lunged toward the ring.
The Sumeru Ring was much lighter than Luo Zheng. As the gale rose, the ring flew into the air.
The instant Luo Zheng landed, he leaped again. Swept up by the gale, he soared into the air, chasing close behind the Sumeru Ring.
Whoosh!
His right hand flashed like lightning, snatching the airborne Sumeru Ring into his grasp.
"That was close..."
Only then did Luo Zheng feel somewhat relieved.
Although he knew this was far from the only Chaotic Origin Spirit he needed to capture, he had to learn about these creatures as quickly as possible.
Drifting and spinning with the gale, he was carried tens of thousands of miles away again...
Before the entrance to the Chaotic Origin Great World, beings from the many great races continued to file inside.
The moment Ling Shuang entered the Chaotic Origin Great World, she encountered the irresistible gale. It swept her hundreds of feet into the air and carried her onward through the black mist.
Without using her Other Shore Power, she could not even move.
In her panic, Ling Shuang checked Luo Zheng's soul imprint and discovered that, like her, he was moving