Sword Wind howled.
Yan Beihan's longsword suddenly emitted a sword light that pierced both heaven and earth. Yan Beihan sprang forward like a meteor, holding his sword in one hand and grabbing Fang Che's belt with the other.
Whish...
Charging five hundred zhang!
Suddenly, the sight brightened, and they found themselves outside the coverage of the centipede horde.
In front were blue skies and white clouds, red flowers and green trees.
Yan Beihan's heart stirred: Fang Che had already covered ninety-nine percent of the journey!
The sword's light blazed, like a rainbow stretched across the sky.
With Yan Beihan and Fang Che's figures flashing through the open skies, they reached the peak, then dashed downward and disappeared without a trace.
Behind them, the overwhelming horde of Flying Centipedes roared furiously, then turned and issued a thunderous wing vibration sound, frantically chasing after them.
