"Whoosh~"
A fiery-red streak tore across the sky.
"Hiss, what incredible speed."
The increasingly blazing phenomenon in the distance had drawn more and more martial artists toward it.
Yet that fiery-red streak overtook countless martial artists, shooting toward the source of the phenomenon at even greater speed.
That figure was none other than Feng Jiu.
Several dozen miles away from her, another figure transformed into a purple dragon.
Its speed was not the slightest bit inferior to Little Nine's.
It had absolutely surpassed Mach 50!
The owner of that figure was Long Jie, the young master of the Ancestral Dragon Nest of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
"That's right. She truly bears the Divine Phoenix bloodline.
She is an enemy of my Dragon Race and must be eliminated completely."
A cold glint shone in Long Jie's eyes.
At a certain moment, brilliant purple light burst from his Dragon Horn, enveloping his body and increasing his speed by another thirty percent!
"Hmph, you want to rush toward that phenomenon, muddy the waters, and use the chaos to escape?
Hehe, anyone Long Jie wants dead will not survive."
Long Jie's face was full of confidence.
"Damn snake, you really are like a maggot clinging to the bone, impossible to shake off."
In her panic, Feng Jiu faintly sensed a trace of her big brother's aura.
But it was not clear.
If she stopped and carefully sensed it,
she might be able to pinpoint Ye Fan's location with a little time.
But with Long Jie's speed,
if she stopped, he would likely catch up to her for real within a few breaths.
Therefore, she had to flee with all her might.
Hold on!
Feng Jiu felt deeply frustrated and wronged.
But she knew
she absolutely could not die. She had to endure.
As long