Golden lightning exploded across the sky, shattering the surrounding demonic mist as its dazzling radiance flickered between light and darkness.
The Void-Splitting Boat before Qin He broke through the shroud of lightning. With only a remnant of white light trailing behind it, the boat plunged into the boundless darkness like a fleeting shadow.
His nerves were taut, his gaze fixed firmly on the churning black mist behind them. His fingertips hovered over the boat's spiritual power nexus, ready to pour in more power at any moment.
But in the next instant, he caught something beside him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart stirred slightly.
The Burning Heaven Lord, who had been lying limp with his breath so faint it had nearly ceased, had opened his eyes at some point.
His half-ruined body remained in a wretched state, its charred severed edges still unhealed, but his remaining palm was pressed firmly against the patterned base of the Void-Splitting Boat.
A scorching, concentrated stream of fire-element Origin Power flowed silently into the depths of the boat.
His assistance had been the reason for that sudden burst of speed during their escape.
Qin He said nothing. This was no time to let his guard down.
The divine lightning of merit had only delayed their pursuer temporarily. The winged Demon General was relentless and swift by nature. If he was determined to pursue them, their slight head start would not last long.
That obstruction had bought the two of them no more than a few extra breaths of respite.
The white light around the boat continued to tremble, and fine cracks kept spreading. Every shift through space steadily depleted the little boat's foundational reserves.
Qin He suppressed his distracting thoughts and drove the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art at full speed.
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