The rules and Great Daos of Mystic Feather World were far stronger than those of lower planes, and far more tightly woven.
Even so, a million li was no great distance to a Realm Lord. Though it was impossible to arrive in a single step, the time required was still extremely short.
In just a few moments, the six Primordial Demons, Fan Tianzong among them, were already only a hundred thousand li or so from Chen Fei.
"A Realm Lord Mid Stage?"
Fan Tianzong sensed Chen Fei's aura and frowned slightly. His gaze swept across the surroundings, but he discovered no aura of any other cultivator.
Fan Tianzong possessed the strength of a Tenth-Order Peak. Primordial Demons and cultivators followed different cultivation systems, but all roads led to the same destination; at the same realm, their methods were similar.
Fan Tianzong did not believe any Realm Lord could hide right under his nose, unless the other party was more than three hundred thousand li away from him. At that distance, it was indeed possible to conceal one's aura.
But if there truly were cultivators lying in ambush beyond three hundred thousand li, they simply would not have time to rescue that Realm Lord Mid Stage in the distance. Before those ambushing cultivators could arrive, Fan Tianzong would have more than enough time to withdraw.
Fan Tianzong knew this himself, and he did not believe those cultivators would be unaware of it. Precisely because of that, his heart was filled with doubt at this moment.
Or perhaps that Realm Lord Mid Stage in the distance was specifically being sent to his death? Were there other Realm Lords at another position, waiting for him to be lured out before charging the weak point in space?
Fan Tianzong turned to look toward where