Sun Xin Hao was surrounded by fierce winds howling, moving at an astonishingly fast speed, shooting forward like a sharply honed mad blade.
Speed was also one of his strong suits.
He assumed that Chen Yu, as a body cultivator, probably wouldn't be as fast as him.
However, after a few moments,
Sun Xin Hao realized the oppressive demon power still lurking behind him hadn't shaken off at all. Instead, it seemed to be closing in slowly!
A sweep of his spiritual sense.
Sun Xin Hao then saw Chen Yu draped in a purple wind-patterned cloak, stirring up a dark purple demonic wind and approaching him at a speed slightly surpassing his own.
"Purple Cloud Cloak!"
Sun Xin Hao recognized the item; it was the spiritual artifact of the Purple-clothed Demon.
