One pursued, the other fled, racing through the barren, lifeless world for who knew how many days and nights.
Biting winds howled past Shiheng's ears, sweeping up gravel and splinters of dead wood and lashing his skin painfully, yet his feet never paused. His figure blurred into an afterimage as he raced north at full speed. He knew perfectly well that the northern territories were guarded by the War God, a veteran God-level powerhouse and one of the few supreme figures on the continent capable of counterbalancing Emperor Star head-on. So long as he took the road to the O'Brien Empire and entered the War God's sphere of influence, Emperor Star would not dare pursue and attack without restraint, no matter his murderous intent or God-level strength.
Behind him, Emperor Star's God-level pressure clung like a festering wound, cold and heavy, its grip locked firmly on his soul as it bore down on him day and night. Every second, Shiheng endured the agony of his soul being torn and suppressed. Even the circulation of Battle Qi and the power of laws within his dantian had grown sluggish. Still, he gritted his teeth and endured the torment of both soul and flesh, not daring to pause for even a moment. The instant he slowed, Emperor Star's God-level attack would engulf him completely.
Just as he swept over an ancient, desolate woodland rarely visited by anyone, about to leave this stretch of airspace behind and head north, an intensely violent tremor suddenly passed through his soul, as though an invisible string had tugged fiercely at his mind.
A ripple of the Laws of Earth, so faint it was nearly extinguished and might dissipate at any moment, yet so familiar it was engraved deep within his soul, pierced through layer upon layer of