Liu Ming nodded slightly and was about to propel his sword light toward the destination when his expression suddenly shifted. He spun around abruptly, looking behind him.
Behind them, a long black shadow had somehow appeared without warning, hurtling toward them with alarming speed—nearly twice as fast as Liu Ming's flying sword.
"Damn it, that's the Shadow Wolf Clan's phantom wolf flying vessel!" Yao Ji exclaimed, her face darkening as she cast a glance at the ominous shape chasing them.
Liu Ming's expression turned icy as he swiftly performed an elaborate sequence of sword techniques with his hands, causing the bitter wheel sword beneath him to radiate brilliantly with light. Simultaneously, a silver radiance flashed behind him, unveiling a pair of silver corporeal wings.
Boom!
The two of them instantly transformed into streaks of purple and silver light, speeding toward the Red River.
