After putting Little Zhang, Jiangh Churan, Zhou Jingzhe, and Du Lingfei into the Storage Ring, Wang Xiaoqiang opened his Heavenly Eye and scanned around, searching everywhere. He saw tens of thousands of miles away, a group of over ten thousand people flying towards the north.
A thousand meters ahead of this group, there was a white-haired old man flying rapidly and seemingly fleeing northward. Behind him, the group of over ten thousand people was pursuing him like shooting stars chasing the moon, appearing very angry and anxious, each with red eyes, as if they wanted to swallow the white-haired old man in front alive, as if the old man owed them a couple of pounds of tofu.
However, it was evident that the cultivation of this group of over ten thousand people was inferior to the white-haired old man ahead. Despite using all their strength to fly and chase, not only could they not catch up, but the distance was widening.
