A black Demon Shadow tore through Evernight. Qin He's toes never touched the ground; the pure demonic essence of the late Divine Bridge Realm condensed around him into a faint black barrier, carrying him onward as a blurred black streak that ripped through the void.
His speed defied all reason.
As he swept over a barren stretch of broken rock, the gusts lifted rubble from the ground and spun it into tiny vortices of stone blades, yet they could not even touch the edges of his afterimage.
Wherever the lingering force of his escaping demonic essence swept past, even the cold-resistant demonic moss withered instantly, leaving a pitch-black trail.
The wilderness around Sin City, shrouded in Evernight, was already gripped by fear after the beast tide that had only just ended.
All the Fugitives of Sin huddled in makeshift stone huts or formation-protected tents. They pushed their defensive runes to their limits, deliberately dampened their campfires into dim blue flames, and even replaced conversation with private voice transmissions.
The weakest mortal sinners caught only a glimpse of a black shadow flashing across the horizon, accompanied by a bone-piercing chill. They hurriedly wrapped themselves tightly in their bedding, believing it was a powerful evil creature that had slipped through the beast tide.
The slightly stronger Wheel Sea Realm cultivators sensed that immense demonic might and instantly tightened their grips on their artifacts, every hair on their backs standing on end. This aura was purer than the Three-Headed Netherwolf's savagery and more oppressive than the Divine Envoy's holy light. Had some ancient monster emerged from the depths of the Demon Abyss?
No one dared look up for a closer glimpse, much less call out a question.
Qin He had no interest in the panic within those camps. His divine sense spread like