Daochen transformed into a streak of light, and a Golden Crow phantom appeared behind him. With its appearance, his already lightning-fast speed surged severalfold, and he shot toward the mountains' edge like a bolt of golden lightning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deep within the distant mountains, three figures soared into the sky, hurtling toward Daochen like three thunderbolts.
With his current strength, Daochen could naturally make out the figures within the three streaks of light behind him at a glance: two elderly men and a woman in palace robes, each with a pitch-black horn atop their head.
All three were at the mid Quasi-Saint stage.
Their auras surged to the heavens, and they unleashed their full strength from the outset.
Compared with these three mid-Quasi-Saint experts of the Luo Demon Tribe, Daochen was more concerned about the Peak Quasi-Saint Stage expert of the same tribe who had yet to reveal any trace of himself.
That was the greatest threat to him.
An immense wave of divine sense swept out from within Daochen, instantly enveloping the entire Microcosm as he carefully searched every corner.
"Hm? Nothing?"
Daochen frowned. His divine sense swept across the entire Microcosm, yet the Peak Quasi-Saint Stage expert seemed to have vanished without leaving the slightest trace.
That was truly strange.
"Could I have sensed it wrong?"
Daochen murmured to himself, bewilderment filling his expression.
With the strength of his divine sense, even if his cultivation fell short of that Peak Quasi-Saint Stage expert's, it should have been impossible for the expert to evade his probing.
Yet the situation before him left him completely at sea.
Boom!
Just then, the void less than half a meter ahead of Daochen exploded. A pitch-black hand wreathed in dense demonic light suddenly reached out of the void, grabbing straight at him.