The figures of a man and a Kylin stumbled and tumbled from the sky.
The Mo Lin's realm was not stable enough; after three months of Void Wandering and desperate flight, it had already reached its limit.
Just upon entering this unknown world, the Demon Fusion Technique could no longer be maintained, and they reverted to their original separate forms.
"Recall!"
The Heaven and Earth Mountain and Sea Pearl absorbed the exhausted Mo Lin, as Jia Ren flapped the wings on his back, easing the force of his fall from the sky.
Only when his feet touched the soft black earth did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, as if a great burden had been lifted.
Three months of a death chase, with nerves stretched taut, had been utterly exhausting.
The experience of being on the brink of life and death, liable to be consumed by a death storm at any moment, was something he never wanted to endure a second time.
