Fang Changzhi appeared in midair, looking at Chen Fei and the other man's receding backs, his expression dark.
"Ancestor, that man must have used a Secret Art. As long as we keep pressing after him, once his speed drops back down, we can kill him!" Fang Xiyun said in a low voice.
Fang Changzhi nodded, used his elemental force to drag Fang Xiyun along, and kept pursuing Chen Fei and the other man without letting up.
With Fang Changzhi's Mid-Stage Ninth-Order cultivation, even he could not match Chen Fei's speed. If that was not the result of a Secret Art, what else could it be?
Now the other party was fleeing for his life—wasn't it precisely because he wanted to reach a favorable position before the Secret Art dissipated, then use it to shake off their pursuit?
If the other party had obediently thrown down the Inheritance Stone just now, faced with such Movement Technique speed, Fang Changzhi might not have continued chasing so relentlessly.
After all, the upper and lower layers of this plane had different flows of time. If they were delayed here too long, it might result in them gaining nothing good even after they successfully completed the trial.
Yet the other party still clung to the Inheritance Stone and refused to let go. In that case, he could not blame Fang Changzhi for being ruthless.
In this world, if one did not understand when to advance and when to retreat, then even if one died in the end, that death would be well deserved!
In less than a moment, tens of millions of li had already been crossed, and Chen Fei's figure slowly stopped in midair.
"Chen?" Liao Xingfeng looked at Chen Fei, then sensed Fang Changzhi and Fang Xiyun still chasing relentlessly three million li