Several hundred li behind where Shen Luo had vanished, Nine-Headed Insect watched Shen Luo deploy his Wind-Thunder Twin Wings through a Blood-Pattern Hummingbird and was startled as well.
"What escape technique is that? It looks very much like Roc Demon King's Wingspan Thousand Li."
Even if he transformed into his demon form, he would not be able to catch up to such a peerless escape technique.
However, Nine-Headed Insect was not worried. Such a tremendous burst of speed consumed an enormous amount of Magic Power. Shen Luo was only at the Mahayana Late Stage, and his Magic Power was limited. He could flee for only so long and could not sustain it.
Sure enough, after Shen Luo flew more than a thousand li ahead, his speed returned to normal.
Nine-Headed Insect chuckled. Blood clouds churned around him as he continued his rolling pursuit.
Shen Luo dispersed the spiritual light around his arms, his face slightly pale. He hurriedly took out a pill and swallowed it, then changed direction once more and flew away on his sword.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, are you all right?" Ba Serpent asked.
"I'm fine. I've merely expended some Magic Power. Can you sense Nine-Headed Insect now?" Shen Luo asked.
"Your Wind-Thunder Escape Technique crossed a thousand li in a single leap, far beyond the range of my secret art. Nine-Headed Insect's Divine Sense does not extend that far either, so he should be unable to track us anymore. Still, that demon's strength is unfathomable. We are also far from that dwarf mountain cave abode now, so Fellow Daoist Shen should not take me or the Ginkgo Spirit Fruit out again," Ba Serpent said with a sigh of relief, then cautioned him further.
Shen Luo had indeed been frightened into a cold sweat just now. He silently