The strength of a Star Lord Eighth Order was a little lacking; it did not meet Idle Cloud Immortal Lord's requirements for an Inner Core.
But Qin Heng himself did not mind. He did not need anything too high-end for his own use—good enough was enough!
His figure shot out like lightning, charging straight at the Six-Winged Flying Serpent.
The other party was clearly panicking. It sped up and fled wildly into the unknown darkness ahead.
But the gap in strength between them was right there.
Qin Heng did not even need spatial secret arts. Flying with his physical body alone, with a little lightning effect added for intimidation, he was already far faster than the other party, and the distance steadily shrank.
Forty thousand kilometers, thirty thousand kilometers, twenty thousand kilometers...
"Stop chasing, stop chasing! There are powerful members of my Flying Snake Race in this dark domain. Take another step forward, and I'll make your blood spill here!" The Six-Winged Flying Serpent was both anxious and furious.
Qin Heng remained unmoved. "Then call them over. I'll kill one more."
"Dragonman Qin Xuan, you!" The Six-Winged Flying Serpent was beside itself with rage, yet utterly helpless.
The distance closed to ten thousand kilometers.
At this range, Qin Heng already had methods capable of severely injuring the other party, but he felt there was no need to reveal his true killing move against such a minor character.
Five thousand kilometers. The shadow of death hung over it, and the Flying Snake Race Upper God completely unleashed its desire to survive, beginning to burn its origin to increase its speed.
Seeing this, Qin Heng immediately accelerated as well, swiftly reducing the distance to under two thousand kilometers.
At that moment, a powerful aura came from the diagonal front.
"You dare bully