The dozen or so Martial Artists from the Eastern Domain were stunned when they saw Jing Yan charging forward with such dominance.
Jing Yan's speed was utterly terrifying; even without using the Nihility Divine Ability, he was not at all slower than Zhao Duan, perhaps even a bit faster.
A distance of several hundred miles was crossed in about three breaths.
"Whoosh!"
Jing Yan descended thousands of meters away, like an imposing god of death, staring coldly at the several dozen Martial Artists from the Eastern Domain.
"Run!" Someone was the first to come to their senses, shouted, and turned to flee.
The other Martial Artists, too, turned and fled desperately at their utmost speed.
"Swish!"
At this moment, a streak of Colorful Sword Light had already caught up with one of them.
