Lin Bai rose from the ground, drawing the Demonic Sword. His expression gradually turned icy cold. The sword, bathed in moonlight, seemed even more chilling and bone-piercing, making Jing Shu feel Lin Bai's suffocating killing intent.
"I'll go."
Lin Bai said with a dark face.
"Tell me the location," Lin Bai spoke indifferently.
Jing Shu hurriedly nodded, "West, eight thousand miles away!"
As soon as Jing Shu's voice fell, Lin Bai vanished from the platform on Fairy Cave Mountain, turning into a streak of light shooting towards the west.
"Senior Brother Dongfang, be careful..." Jing Shu quickly looked at Lin Bai's retreating figure, calling out worriedly.
Swoosh—
A streak of light broke through the thick darkness, shooting straight to the west!
Eight thousand miles away, a mass of Black Mist enveloped the sky, churning continuously as if hiding a terror akin to a demon lord of chaos.
