After Ling Chenye agreed, he crushed the Concealment Talisman between his fingertips, and pale cyan wind spirals immediately curled around him.
He possessed a Mutated Wind Spirit Root. He did not need to deliberately dash through the air; with only a stir of the surrounding currents, it was as though the wind itself supported his body.
In the blink of an eye, he drifted off the deck.
He did not rashly approach. Instead, he merged his Divine Sense into the wind, silently spreading his perception outward.
An invisible net seemed to weave itself through the air, allowing him to sense everything around him with crystal clarity.
There was no issue at first. But after drifting a thousand zhang away, a faint, fragmented "buzzing" suddenly entered the wind, as if countless tiny insects were hiding somewhere, beating their wings.
Hearing it, Ling Chenye's heart tightened, and he immediately became wary.
If Wan Niang had not lied, then this opponent was very likely in the Golden Core Realm.
That being the case, even if his escape speed was first-rate, he still could not let down his guard.
The next moment, an extremely faint scent of grass and wood drifted over on the wind. Yet it lacked the crisp freshness of spirit plants, carrying instead a barely perceptible trace of bloodiness.
Ling Chenye grew more vigilant. Riding the wind, he drifted several zhang to the side to avoid the other party while extending his Divine Sense toward the source of that bloody scent.
The next instant, the "buzzing" in the wind abruptly intensified. Countless green flying insects, each no larger than a needlepoint, emerged from behind the clouds.
The insects swarmed together in a mass, like a moving green mist. At the very center of the swarm was a blurred human figure.
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