Li Yan believed that even if this thing encountered cultivators of the same realm in the Immortal-Spirit Realm, most of them would fail to react in time to several such abrupt turns made at extreme speed.
This would cause the cultivators pursuing from behind to charge straight past before they could change direction. By the time they stopped and turned back, their target would already have vanished without a trace.
But such tactics were useless against Li Yan. He had already become highly proficient in this sort of thing back in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Li Yan only felt the icy wind at his ears howl past like blades. The already dim scenery on either side had long since turned into endless dark streaks of light and shadow, flashing by in an instant...
No matter how the other party changed direction at extreme speed, Li Yan moved as smoothly as though gliding across ice, without the slightest hesitation, firmly tailing it from behind.
After the two sides flew for roughly seven or eight breaths, Li Yan had more or less stabilized the distance between them. With a thought, a faint red gleam appeared inside one of his wide sleeves.
The next moment, it suddenly vanished like melting ice and snow. Li Yan's expression remained unchanged as he continued clinging tightly to the other party's trail.
Li Yan's earlier reaction had also been extremely swift. Although he had been one step slower, the distance between him and the grayish-white oval object had only widened by around five or six li.
To cultivators like them, such a distance was no different from being right within arm's reach. Yet Li Yan could not unleash his full speed at this moment.
The grayish-white oval object fled ahead. Though it could not shake off Li