The vast no-man's land was as dark as ink under the cover of night.
The Thunder King Bird was indeed one of the favorite mounts of the young nobles of Great Yu. In the long night, it navigated like an Old Horse knowing its way, precisely flying along the path they came from.
A group of hunters with sharp eyes was each mounted on a powerful Flying Beast, relentlessly pursuing from behind.
Qin Ming experienced such a high-caliber pursuit for the first time, being chased by a dozen Fourth Realm masters joined together.
To be precise, there was even a Grandmaster among them, and although he, like Jin Yuan, had a broken body and a torn Spiritual Field, he remained the greatest threat.
Further out, quite a few Third Realm hunters had followed along.
Clearly, they did not want to let the big fish—Jin Yuan—escape. Such a Grandmaster-level figure was indeed eye-catching and had become an important target for their revenge.
"Senior, how are you? Are you feeling unwell?" Qin Ming asked.
