Xiao Ming and the others continuously traveled in the direction of the Bai Clan, cutting through the sky like arrows shot from a divine bow.
Considering the distance between Clear Water City and Blue Heaven City wasn't too far—only a couple of miles—they could reach it on their own means without too much difficulty.
The Heavenly Flame Sword constantly released flitting glints from time to time as it thrummed to keep up with Tian Xueyang's soaring form and the beast Zhou Mei rode on, all three racing forward like shooting stars.
His mind at this point suddenly displayed an image, unbidden and vivid. It was a mirror-like reflection of the chaos and crisis at the Bai Clan.
He could see piles of human corpses and the carcasses of several demonic beasts stacked like cordwood.
