One of the seniors nodded grimly. "Then may the heavens watch over you, Brother Han."
Without another word, they turned and began to retreat, running parallel to the barrier, hoping to find safety further away. Han Yu watched as they sprinted across the uneven terrain, their robes fluttering behind them.
For a brief moment, he felt relief that they were putting distance between themselves and danger.
But that feeling lasted only a few seconds.
"Oho?" A low chuckle echoed from above, smooth yet mocking.
Han Yu's head snapped upward.
A man hovered in the air, his silhouette outlined against the fractured sky. What caught Han Yu's attention immediately were the two metallic wings extending from his back. They gleamed faintly with a dull silver light, each feather sharp and angular like blades.
'How's he flying?' Han Yu wondered.
He was not using a spirit weapon to fly. Those wings were a part of him or something far more unnatural.
