In the vast, open desert, Nie Tian and Pei Qiqi followed Xue Long as the three of them ran at full speed.

Behind them, Ning Yang pursued closely.

After about 15 minutes, Ning Yang turned into a brilliant golden flash and rapidly closed in on them.

With disheveled hair, Ning Yang had the appearance of a mad person. “Nie Tian! Even if you run to the ends of the world, I’ll still catch you and take those three fragmentary star marks from you!”

He vigorously cast his spiritual sword forward, and it shot towards Nie Tian and the others so fast that it was as if it could break the barriers of space and reach them at any moment.

Xue Long suddenly stopped. With a grim expression, he said, “This won’t work! Since Li Langfeng is holding that Phantasm off for you, I’ll try my best to hold Ning Yang off for you!”

With these words, Xue Long was immediately wreathed in a fierce sword intent.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

One after another, dazzling swords of light shot out of him as if they had flown out of pores all over him. The countless swords of light rapidly formed a rain of swords between him and...