The presence of the silver palanquin grew closer. Feiyun was among the clouds with his eyes wide open. Two phoenixes flew out and painted the clouds red. He could see each blade of grass clearly within a thousand miles radius.

Six hundred miles away were four black-robed men each holding a corner of the palanquin. They leaped around the landscape, moving several hundred meters with each jump. Their cloaks fluttered in the wind so they resembled four great birds moving the palanquin forward.

Their cultivation was exceptional, so was their speed.

Feiyun changed his weapon essence into a white spear and unleashed it. It looked like a white dragon soaring across the air, penetrating one of the four men right in the chest. Blood gushed out.

Feiyun could kill people from a thousand miles away now with his current power level.

“Damn, a pursuer. Go, I got this.” The wounded combatant...