Though the giant whale moved quickly, its sheer bulk left enormous traces wherever it passed, and naturally, they could not escape Li Su's eyes.
Following the direction it had gone, Li Su moved at high speed. After all, he did not want to drag this matter out for too long, and he was deeply worried about the current state of the Mythical Realm.
Though a stalemate was being maintained on the surface, in truth, it was only because the upper echelons of the alien races were unwilling to fight to the death.
Once Saint-level beings began slaughtering each other, if the Mythical Realm chose to trade life for life, then even if the alien races had more Saints, they still could not guarantee their own safety. After all, the alien Saints were not all from the same family.
Even if they did not die and were merely wounded, there was still a chance they would be settled with after everything was over.
Now that such an unforeseen change had occurred, he wondered how things were on the Heavenly Court's side.
Still, he had already been running for over ten days. His speed was countless times faster than when he had drifted before, and he had covered nearly eight hundred thousand light-years—yet he had not even caught a glimpse of the giant whale's shadow.
Feeling the trail still stretching onward, with no clue where it led, Li Su's mouth twitched. He felt as though his entire worldview was about to be overturned.
For such a colossal creature, just how terrified of death did it have to be?
It had run this far without even stopping?
If this stretch of starry sky had not held the traces of only one living thing—this thing—Li Su would have given up days ago.
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