With Meng Wanjun in his arms, Li Ping spread the enormous blood wings on his back.
A slight flap sent a rush of wind sweeping out!
Gales rose across the sky, and his somewhat bulky silhouette vanished in an instant, disappearing into the void.
Only a string of thunderous booms echoed through the air, racing toward the distant horizon.
As he flew at tremendous speed, Li Ping found himself reasonably satisfied with the new Bloodwing Escape Art.
First came its speed, of course. Compared to the original version, the new Bloodwing Escape Art was roughly fifty percent faster, allowing him to cover fifteen li in an instant.
Next was its concealment.
When he used the original Bloodwing Escape Art, a faint blood-red streak could be seen in the sky, while a foul smell of blood permeated the surrounding void.
The current Bloodwing Escape Art, however, could operate without a sound or trace.
Not only was there no visible sign of him during flight, but his aura would not leak out either, shielding him from divine sense detection.
Finally, there was its maneuverability over short distances.
Li Ping had used the Bloodwing Escape Art in battle before, and it had produced remarkable results. Yet whenever he used it, he could clearly feel how stiff and crude its turns and stops were.
Now, turning, accelerating, and stopping had all become exceptionally smooth, greatly improving its flexibility.
This indirectly enhanced his combat strength as well.
However, while every aspect of the new Bloodwing Escape Art had improved dramatically, its consumption of a cultivator's own origin essence had also risen to a terrifying level.
But with creation magic power protecting him, Li Ping naturally did not care about any of that.
In less than a few days, Li Ping carried Meng Wanjun across ten