Mana Running Low

When Diwu Chijin left the main city of the Frost Kingdom, he flew!

His feet hovered a hundred yards above the ground, standing atop two orange-red flaming chains as though he were commanding two fire serpents, racing through the sky.

"Whoosh, whoosh~"

The wind pressure rushing head-on whipped the hem of his robe backward, making it flap loudly!

The loose strands beside his cheeks were swept up by the wind, revealing a face far too young, set with a pair of orange-gold eyes.

"Heh heh, this 'artifact-riding flight,' once the most commonplace thing in the Cultivation World, feels even more exhilarating than I expected after being used again for the first time in centuries!"

As Diwu Chijin spoke to himself, the curve of his lips rose higher and higher, revealing two rows of stark white teeth.

"Whoosh!"

With a snap and fling of the two flaming chains beneath his feet, his entire body shot forward another several dozen yards.

Below him, the streets of Frost Kingdom's main city, along with the ruins yet to be cleared away, shattered stone slabs, collapsed houses, burning buildings, and more, all sped backward beneath his feet.

The surviving barbarians looked up with their mouths agape, their gazes following that fire-wreathed figure, their faces filled with shock and terror...

Diwu Chijin glanced down, and the curve of his lips lifted a little further.

He loved the feeling of being looked up to by ants!

"Whoosh—"

The tails of the flaming chains whipped again, and he shot forward nearly a hundred yards.

Before long, he had completely passed beyond the boundaries of Frost Kingdom's main city and headed toward the wilderness to the south.

"Whoosh, whoosh~"

He flew over patches of frozen wasteland, over several winding ice rivers, and over several low hills.

The wind poured