Chaos zoomed forward with its massive body at full speed.
In just a few breaths, it had already reached miles away.
Before Xu Zimei had a chance to carefully observe the direction, suddenly a few people chased past him from the side.
They were draped in golden kasayas, with golden Zen sticks under their feet.
While others flew on swords, they were flying on Zen sticks.
But their speed was in no way slower, as they vaguely caught up from behind.
This group of people varied in appearance, most of them bald, while a few had long hair draped over their shoulders, tied into a ponytail at the back.
They surrounded Xu Zimei and Chaos.
With a roar from Chaos, the void shattered instantly, its powerful voice piercing through layers of space, shaking everyone so that they could hardly stand steady on their Zen sticks, nearly falling off.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand, we have no ill intentions," one of them hurriedly shouted.
