The spearpoint pierced flesh. Bones shattered. Screams and pleas for mercy tangled together in a symphony of death.
Members of the Night Clan fell one after another. Their bodies piled up, and their blood formed a stream that stained the ground red.
The air reeked of blood. Even the wind seemed to carry its cloying tang.
Night Owl watched his clansmen fall one by one, terror filling his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, seized several of his descendants, and hurled them at Lin Ming. Before they could react, Lin Ming ran them through with a single thrust, turning them into a spray of blood.
Night Owl used that opening to flee. He became a streak of light and shot into the distance, so fast that he broke through the atmosphere almost instantly.
He did not dare look back, afraid he would see Lin Ming closing in. He had only one thought: Run! Get as far away as possible!
"Trying to run?"
Lin Ming watched Night Owl flee, a chill flashing in his eyes.
He gave chase. One ahead of the other, they broke through the clouds and entered the Star Sea.
A Tier Twelve expert no longer needed a starship to survive in the Star Sea. His body alone was enough.
Spiritual Power flowed around Lin Ming as he crossed the Star Sea with ease. He stepped through the void as though it were solid ground, each stride carrying him forward at astonishing speed. His robes snapped around him like a banner.
Night Owl glanced back and saw Lin Ming gaining on him. Terror seized him.
He had never expected Lin Ming to be so ruthless. Killing his clansmen had not been enough; now he was hunting him into the Star Sea.
But Night Owl's claim to be the fastest