The cloth instantly scattered into numerous pieces, and Wang Longhu used these floating cloth pieces as stepping stones in the air.
His body ascended like climbing stairs, flying higher and higher until he reached over two hundred meters in the sky.
Although Huang Lianlian was not fainting again from fright, she couldn't help but tightly cling to Wang Longhu's arm, afraid of accidentally falling.
Falling from this height would surely cost their lives.
But Wang Longhu moved freely through the air like a Great Peng without wings, his elegance akin to a celestial being.
Below, on the vast grasslands, Huang Tianliang and Old Hui, sitting in the awe-inspiring U8, were utterly stunned.
They opened their mouths in disbelief and couldn't speak for a long time.
"Old Hui, can martial artists really fly?" Huang Tianliang couldn't help but ask.
There was a sense of longing in his voice.
