Lei Dong had already gone over his plan to rescue the man many times. Since the barbarian tribes wanted to ambush—or even capture—the White Bone Devil Lord, the road back to the city was naturally far from safe. What was more, the White Bone Devil Lord was a Devil Lord who had once dominated Zhao Prefecture, and his pride was surely immense. If Lei Dong simply escorted him back to the city, he might wound the man's pride, which would be counterproductive.
After thinking it through carefully, Lei Dong headed west, following the mountain range as it stretched across the land. With the occasional instant movement from the Asura Wings and the Five Ghosts' gliding technique, he made swift and steady progress beneath the Anti-air Formation. The White Bone Devil Lord also showed just how formidable a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator could be. Though he was utterly spent and his spiritual sense was flagging, it still worked quite well for scouting. He could not scan a hundred li or more, but with his life on the line and his full attention focused on the task, he could detect every stir within seventy or eighty li.
Working together with Lei Dong, they repeatedly escaped the barbarian forces' blockades and encirclements. Even the Saintess, with her seemingly incredible crystal ball, could not intercept Lei Dong. In less than an hour, Lei Dong suddenly felt his body grow light. Could we have left the Anti-air Formation's range? he wondered. He immediately drifted upward, his entire body turning into a faint shadow as he swept through the air in an eerie blur, his feet treading empty space with ghostly grace.
Sure enough, they had left the Anti-air Formation's range. But the frantic pace of their movement over the past hour had also taken a