A gust of strong wind rolled up countless sand, turning into a roiling sandstorm and pressed forward. Shielding himself with the Banner of Chiyou, Xiang Yu turned into a blood mist as he flew slowly amidst the sandstorm towards the newly built Yuaya City. All his attention was focused on the city and the barracks around it, so he did not notice that Wu Qi was standing on top of the mountain, dozens of miles above his head, looking down straight at him.
Frowning at Xiang Yu, Wu Qi grinned sarcastically. 'Great minds think alike... It seems that everyone has their eyes on Pangu Continent!'
After taking a few deep breaths, he made a wisp of chaotic energy swirl about his face to dissolve the little bit of Buddha power that remained in his cheekbones. Then, he transformed himself into a breeze, blended into the sandstorm, and flew carefully forward at a distance of fewer than three miles behind Xiang Yu.