"Damn it."
Lin Mo formed hand seals, a series of golden lights hitting the Xuanyuan Sword, instantly speeding it up, speeding up, the blue light breaking through the air, forming a meteor-like white air shield. A powerful aura drew long white waves on the mirror-like sea surface.
"Boy, you can't escape now. Stop, and I might leave you alive."
An aged voice suddenly appeared in Lin Mo's mind.
This voice was transmitted to Lin Mo's mind through divine thought by the Hongmen Ancestor.
"Old man, you can talk when you catch me."
Lin Mo snorted coldly.
The voice never came again, but Lin Mo dared not slow down, continuing towards the distance at an even faster pace, although doing so quickly burned his spiritual energy.
Flying like this, my spiritual energy can probably sustain me for half a day.
Lin Mo gritted his teeth.
The opponent's realm is higher than mine, their aura stronger, they should be able to last longer.
