The time he cultivated was much shorter than he had expected. He had only used four days of time.
When he entered deep into this black mist, he noticed that the mist, which had scattered a little due to the death of the Formless God Demon, had now recovered and was even stronger than before.
Who knows whether it was due to the special environment of this place or if it was done by Jueyan.
He got 20 miles in before the 70,000-foot Wings behind his back spread open again.
Behind them were the black and white-colored wings. These were the Life and Death Wings.
They gathered the power of Life and Death but were totally harmonious with the Lightning Wings, like they were part of the same body.
He flapped in the air and swiftly covered 10 miles. He could sense that really familiar aura which was now already etched into his bones.
Jueyan!