"Ling'er!"
Somehow, Shi Xiaole's sense made him turn his gaze toward another part of the void. There were no clouds in sight over that immense distance, which was occasionally disrupted by the reverberations of the battle between the three major factions, leaving not even a speck of dust.
But the pulsating Demon Bone within him made Shi Xiaole certain that Ling'er was approaching.
Ignoring the danger, Shi Xiaole leaped into the air and plunged through the reverberations left by the six Forbidden Martial Emperors. Barely a kilometer flew by before his head spun and his vision blurred, and the loud exclamation of Ling Jingsi resounded from behind.
"Child, come back!"
Ling Jingsi's eyes bulged, unable to comprehend why Shi Xiaole was acting so recklessly.
But his current strength was far inferior to Shi Xiaole's. He had just left the Endless Plains when a reverberation knocked him back, a mouthful of blood reaching his throat, which he painfully swallowed.