The biting Gang Wind carried gravel with it, scraping past their ears like thousands upon thousands of fine needles. The Ghost Crow Su Fan rode spread its wings, blotting out the sky, and its sharp cries made even the clouds tremble.
Its pitch-black wings cut across the heavens, leaving behind streaks of ghostly blue that vanished in an instant, as though the sky had been torn open into wounds.
Su Fan sat cross-legged and steady atop the Ghost Crow's broad back, his dark robes whipping wildly in the wind with a fierce rustle.
Controlling the Ghost Crow, Su Fan flew toward the depths of the secret realm with a howl of wind. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Shuo, who was seated behind him.
"If you encounter a high-grade ancient demon beast, return to the secret realm and hide at once..."
After all, this was a mission from Ruyi Pavilion. He did not want anything to happen to the employer.
"Senior, I understand..."
Ever since Su Fan had given him a harsh shock with a few words last time, Zhao Shuo had become much steadier than before.
At that moment, the jade talisman from Ruyi Pavilion at his waist suddenly began to tremble faintly.
Su Fan removed the jade talisman from his waist and glanced at the message Qin Yu had sent.
"Fellow Daoist, I just received word that the Celestial Race has mobilized quite a few Integration Stage cultivators. They are rushing toward the Black Profound Star Domain day and night..."
After reading Qin Yu's message, Su Fan's brows furrowed slightly.
"In your estimation, what is the soonest they can reach the Black Profound Star Domain?"
"Fellow Daoist, I specifically had someone calculate it. Given the forces the Celestial Race has deployed across the various worlds, even