"Hurry up and fly! Quick, quick!"
Chase Thorne's True Qi burst forth, flowing into the great eagle's body. The eagle screamed as if stimulated by something, increasing its speed severalfold, rushing forward.
Two great eagles, one in front and one behind, were about ten thousand meters apart, quickly heading towards the Mystic Origin Sword Sect.
On Marshall Morgan's side, because they had one less person, they were slightly faster, gradually closing the distance between them.
However, it was still impossible to catch up in a short time.
Soon, three hours passed in a flash.
The distance between them was down to just over two thousand meters, but by now, they were near the borders of the Mystic Origin Sword Sect.
"Haha, we're almost there, finally almost there. Marshall Morgan, you think you can kill me? Dream on!"
Vaughn Morgan laughed hysterically.
But the killing intent in Marshall Morgan's eyes did not diminish in the slightest, overwhelmingly intense.
Swipe! Swipe!
