After flying out of Kowloon, Chen Mo stopped driving his killing intent escape technique at full power.
Flying at top speed all this way had drained his magical power as though a sluice gate had been opened.
If he kept this up, never mind making good time-whether he could even last until Jin City would be a problem.
He glanced down and happened to spot an uninhabited deserted island.
The island was small, covered in waist-high weeds and a few crooked trees. It did not even have a decent path, and was so desolate that even birds would not land there.
Chen Mo descended, landing on a reasonably flat clearing in the middle of the island.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he drew in the black smoke of killing intent around him, took the Paper Kite from his storage space, and casually tossed it into the air.
The Paper Kite grew as it caught the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a paper bird with a wingspan of nearly twenty feet. It hovered quietly in midair.
"This thing really does save effort." Muttering to himself, he swung himself aboard.
The Paper Kite beat its wings and rose, flying slowly toward Jin City.
Compared with his full-speed escape technique, the Paper Kite was considerably slower, but it had the advantage of requiring little effort.
The tiny amount of magical power needed to keep the Paper Kite flying was not even a fraction of what the killing intent escape technique consumed.
The sea breeze brushed his face, carrying briny moisture that washed away much of the bloody smell clinging to him.
Chen Mo shifted into a comfortable position, took Rice Ball from inside his robes, and placed it in his palm.
Wrapped in killing intent throughout the