While he had tested flying on it before, never had he flown as long as it required of him today.
Chitterfang clung to his shoulder, tail twitching uneasily as it scanned below. Even a rat, used to dark and damp sewers did not like this swamp.
The water churned once.
A grotesque leech longer than a dog broke the surface and snapped at a lagging disciple, only to be blasted away by a fire talisman thrown by one of the Inner Court members.
Han Yu didn't look back.
This was how it would be from now on—harsh, unrelenting, and unforgiving.
Once they landed again, exhaustion was written on every Outer Court disciple's face. Sweat soaked their robes. Several had blood leaking from their nostrils, their Dantians rattled from overdrawn qi.
But no one collapsed. Not yet. A few that were close to it, were quickly rescued by their seniors or elders. drawn upon their spirit weapons.
There would be no leniency here.
