The night wind filled his sleeves, and the mountain forests beneath his feet swept backward like waves of ink.
Shen Xiuhan's eyes shone like cold stars, fixed on the streak of lightning darting across the sky, never relaxing for an instant.
But the Flowing Shadow Lightning Talisman was, after all, a supreme escape talisman recorded in the Five-Talisman Demon Sect's Mara Myriad-Talisman Edict Scroll!
Once that lightning flashed away, its speed was unrivaled by anyone below the divine ability level.
Even though Shen Xiuhan pushed Startled Swan, Wandering Dragon to its utmost, his figure skimming the ridgelines like a pale-blue streak of light, that bolt of lightning still fled farther and faster.
Before long, it vanished completely into the boundless night.
Shen Xiuhan gazed into the distance.
Although the lightning had disappeared, the pale-gold dot representing Linghu Su remained clearly visible.
Fast as the Flowing Shadow Lightning Talisman was, it was ultimately only a fourth-tier talisman.
To unleash such world-shaking speed, it had to consume a staggering amount of spiritual energy.
By now, Linghu Su's lamp had run dry; he was a bolt at the end of its flight.
If Shen Xiuhan doggedly followed the intelligence marker and kept up the pursuit, Linghu Su would have no escape.
Yet he finally stopped, landing atop an ancient pine on a mountain summit.
Because...
Far away on the horizon.
Three pale-gold lights hovered motionlessly there, like three savage beasts crouching in the darkness, quietly waiting for something.
Thirty li to the east.
Xingren Village.
Corpses filled every alley. Men and women, old and young, lay beside broken walls and in courtyard corners. Bloody fumes rose into the sky, and the stench drifted for several li on the night wind.
The entire village was as silent as a desolate graveyard, without a