The wind howled as thirteen Nirvana Cleansing realm powerhouses tore across the skies, locked onto Jiang Chen's trail and determined to hunt him down.
Yet after half an hour of furious pursuit, they still hadn't laid eyes on him. Only the faint glow of his tracking imprint remained, darting ahead in strange, unpredictable patterns.
The cultivators from the Purple Crest Immortal Sect and the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace were dumbfounded.
"What's going on?" Lu Tingze snapped. "How can that bastard keep ahead of us this long?"
"Impossible," muttered the elder in the blue crown, frowning as he watched the imprint streak away again. "Even a true dragon crossing space couldn't outrun us like this."
"Damn it! Does he have some kind of Nirvana Cleansing-level flying treasure—or a secret art none of us know about?" Sun Anming growled, teeth clenched.
Whether it was You Shaojun's group or Liang Youwen's, none of them could believe what they were seeing.
