"You guys get moving. I'll go after him."
Seeing Lu Yilin about to disappear from sight, Zhou Sining immediately increased the device's power and gave chase.
He disliked Lu Yilin, but that didn't mean he actually wanted him dead.
For one thing, Lu Yilin hadn't crossed his bottom line yet and didn't deserve to die. For another, if he died, the vast seabed would leave no evidence, making it difficult to explain things to their superiors.
Even if society in this world generally accepted mages dying during training, nearly everyone who made it into the National Team was a promising young talent with high expectations placed on them. If something really happened under his watch, the Lu Family would definitely come knocking for an explanation.
"Be careful. Come back if you can't manage it," Mu Nujiao said with a hint of worry.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. You guys are the ones who need to be extra careful while I'm gone," Zhou Sining replied.
"Got it. We'll wait here for now and decide what to do once you're back."
With Mu Nujiao's assurance, Zhou Sining said no more and fixed his gaze on Lu Yilin ahead.
From where he was, Lu Yilin was only a tiny speck, already on the verge of disappearing.
"How is he so fast?"
Zhou Sining frowned slightly, but Lu Yilin only picked up speed.
With no time to think, he summoned Divine Footwork.
Silver light wrapped around his calves, forming a pair of gleaming silver combat boots.
In its normal state, Divine Footwork could provide movement speed on par with an advanced-level wind-element mage. Even underwater, its winds could push the seawater aside and give Zhou Sining considerable speed.
In terms of speed alone, he rivaled a top intermediate-level water mage.
Before long,