The Puppet Demon City sped through the chaotic currents of the void at incredible speed. The greater world within this supreme treasure of the sect was nearly complete, possessing immense power and boundless might.
The entire Demon City had shrunk by a thousandfold, like a speck of dust. As it tore through the void, it shot toward the endless reaches of space-time like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to have fled millions upon millions of miles—who knew how many times faster it was than traveling as a streak of light.
He Ping sat upright in the grand hall of the Puppet Demon City. With a single traversal, the city had crossed untold layers of dimensional space, ceaselessly leaping through the boundless void, compressing space and time without the slightest trace of worldly bustle.
To an outsider, this magic treasure's movement would appear as though it were casually hopping and traversing through dimensions.
He had chosen to flee into the chaotic currents of the void because the void was exceedingly disorderly. Even immortal- and god-level experts would find it far from easy to pursue him.
Pfft!
He Ping suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mass of blood-like fragments. They were the portions of his true Primordial Spirit that had been corroded by immortal-god power, now expelled from his body.
"I really wasn't lightly injured this time."
Even He Ping's face had twisted slightly, lingering fear still in his heart.
Immortal- and god-level experts truly were terrifying beyond measure...
That wasn't even the opponent's true body—merely a thought attached to a spirit talisman, a true body manifested through the True Spirit of Law. Yet it nearly caused all my calculations to end in utter ruin...
As He Ping pondered, he regulated his vital energy and slowly