Vast Sacred Realm.
The Lord of Abyssal Sea stood eighteen hundred li tall, his body rising entirely above the clouds. He strode in great bounds as he raced through the air. Though he was slightly slower than the battle formations jointly unleashed by the three fleeing Heavenly Noon City squads, he was still astonishingly fast.
"We can't catch them."
The Lord of Abyssal Sea fixed his gaze on one squad and pursued it for the time it took to drink a cup of tea. As the distance between them steadily widened, he finally gave up the chase.
He merely shifted direction slightly, then continued racing onward, charging in a straight line toward Red Cloud City to slaughter all the way!
"He's stopped chasing."
"He's given up on us."
This squad of over a thousand cultivators that had been pursued...