Swish!
The body swiftly swept through the air.
The speed was pushed to the limit, and the seemingly delicate body forcibly left trails of afterimages in the air. At this moment, nearby disciples and other protectors also discovered the abnormality and rushed towards the peak shrouded in Blood Mist.
The bell rang, a signal of high alert in the sect, all disciples engaged in combat immediately stopped and first sent those with lower realms and the secular people who were invited to watch the martial arts to a safe place.
"Faster, faster..."
Her heart was full of anxiety, she had never felt so nervous, and had never thought that one day she would find her speed too slow.
For ordinary people, thirty miles, even running in a straight line, would take about an hour, and that's if their physical fitness was good. For cultivators capable of Sword Flight, they could probably reach their destination in about two quarters of an hour at full speed.
