Xiao Hua immediately took out Mihuan and draped it over himself. Keeping close to the ground, he flew swiftly toward the depths of the black forest. Of course, Xiao Hua had also made preparations. The hundred-odd spirit talismans for the Rabbit Formation had long been held in his hand. If escape truly became impossible, he would burrow deeper underground and set up the formation!
Xiao Hua's Bright Thunder Evasion was indeed formidable. He charged swiftly ahead of the Ink Storm, like a warrior riding the waves, forever standing atop the crest. Hiding beneath the ground were not only vicious creatures such as Mo Ran, but also Golden Core and even Nascent Soul cultivators. These cultivators kept their divine senses outside to observe the Ink Storm's movements. Seeing Xiao Hua's meteor-like figure now, they were all horrified. Every one of them wanted to see his true face, but unfortunately, their divine senses did not dare extend too far, and Xiao Hua's Mihuan also blocked divine sense. Even if they wished to investigate, they could not.
"Who... is this expert? He actually dares to fly like this within the Mo Ran Black Forest? And at such astonishing speed?" The cultivators began making wild guesses. Perhaps he was a Spirit Division cultivator, perhaps a Nascent Soul expert—some even guessed the Thunder Control Sect. Yet they could never have imagined that beneath Mihuan was merely a tiny Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Thunder Control Sect's even tinier Myriad Thunder Valley!
"Buzz buzz~" What seemed like another earth-shaking rumble came from ahead of Xiao Hua. Even when he stretched out his Buddhist sense with all his might, he could not discern any clue. Still, Xiao Hua understood in his heart that an Ink Storm must have formed in the depths of the Mo Ran Black