His gaze swept to Teng Yingkong's direction. In the distance of a hundred miles, the speed of both sides is closing at a rate visible to the naked eye. It seems that it won't be long, just a matter of minutes, before they meet.
"Old bastard! Didn't you want to kill me? Then I'll play with you!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
At that moment, he cast a hand gesture and controlled the spirit boat to charge quickly in Teng Yingkong's direction.
Three minutes later.
Both sides were able to see each other's presence.
On the gigantic flying puppet beast, the smug look on Teng Yingkong's face had disappeared. Looking at the tens of thousands of feet wide whirlpool of yellow sand and mud behind Zhang Xiaohao, his face was full of horror.
"This, this is the Hostile Yin Yellow Sand! Even old monsters in the Nascent Soul Realm couldn't withstand more than three breaths in front of it! Ah! What are you two still standing there for? Hurry up and escape!" Teng Yingkong roared with a grim face.
