After leaving Spirit Hall, Lin Mo vaguely sensed someone following him in secret.
They could keep up even when he took off directly, so they were clearly Soul Masters with flight-type Martial Souls.
The identities of those trackers were self-evident.
Lin Mo switched his craft into flight mode and disengaged cruise mode. His speed instantly surged, and he transformed into a streak of light that vanished through the sky.
The Shadow Guards following through the dense forest behind him were all dumbfounded.
What? It could go even faster?!
They immediately gave chase with all they had.
Come on, they were a group of Six-Ring Soul Emperors, including several Seven-Ring Soul Sages.
If they lost a mere four-ring brat, wouldn't that make them all useless good-for-nothings?
No, they had to grit their teeth and push through.
How could flying with an external object compare to flight-type Soul Masters? That iron lump surely wouldn't last much longer. Once it gave out, he'd have to travel obediently on foot.
Night fell.
Lin Mo turned to look at the dark forest behind him.
They were still following?
He had been flying them around like kites for so long. It seemed a little excessive.
Lin Mo looked toward the city ahead and flew in that direction instead.
The Shadow Guards tracking him from behind were panting like dogs, clutching Low-Tier Milk Bottles to replenish their Soul Power.
They had been able to follow him through the air at first, but who would have thought that iron lump could keep flying endlessly?
They had initially pursued him relentlessly, but later, they could only sprint wildly across the ground to avoid falling behind.
"Puff... puff... His Highness Lin is flying toward the city... He should be planning to stop there... We... need to catch up..."