"As long as you understand in your heart!"
Ding Ming nodded slightly, then spoke, "Remember, after you slay the opponent, we'll split the spoils fifty-fifty."
"Xiang is naturally not one to go back on his words!"
Xiang Hong's hands swiftly formed a magic technique, and in an instant, the Mana surged around him vigorously. His whole being turned into a dazzling stream of light, rapidly chasing in the direction Xu Ping had gone.
The speed of that stream of light was incomparably fast, vanishing to the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.
Ding Ming silently watched this scene unfold. Although only Xiang Hong went to pursue this time, there was not the slightest worry in his heart.
After all, Xiang Hong was carrying an extremely special spiritual beast. Just moments ago, this spiritual beast had firmly memorized the aura left by Xu Ping as he departed.
As long as Xu Ping hadn't escaped beyond several hundred miles, there was absolutely no way he could evade the pursuit.
