"Jerome really is formidable."
Xia Ping spread his Hell Golden Crow Wings and flew unceasingly through the depths of the void, circulating the immense mana within his body.
At times he soared into the heavens, at times he crossed towering mountains, at times he burrowed underground. No void in any direction could hinder the pair of Hell Golden Crow Wings upon him. It seemed nothing could isolate or restrain him, as though he were a deity roaming freely above the nine heavens.
Moreover, the longer he flew, the faster he became. It was as if the inexhaustible power of the void had become the driving force behind his wings, with tyrannical spatial power blessing them.
It could be said that the Hell Golden Crow's wings were absolutely an extremely powerful bloodline divine ability. Legend had it that they could easily fly to the ninth heaven, step effortlessly into the eighteen layers of Nine Nether Hell, and run rampant through the Three Realms.
"Damn it!"
The Middle Ancient Saint of the Demon Race behind him, Jerome, was furious enough to die. Beside himself with rage and grinding his teeth, he desperately tried to catch up, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, all he could ever see was the other man's back.
They were clearly separated by only a sliver, yet he could never catch up.
If this continued, both of them would soon fly out of Thunder Continent and enter the boundless Thunder Sea Region.
Once they entered the Thunder Sea Region, they would face endless void storms and terrain complex to the extreme. Even a Middle Ancient Demon Saint would not dare trespass rashly into such a place.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to intercept this little thief as soon as possible. He absolutely could