Emperor Qing's Relics!
White Mitchell pursued in the direction the thin man had left.
However, it must be said, although the thin man was not strong, his ability to flee was beyond comparison to an ordinary man.
After chasing for more than ten minutes, White Mitchell still hadn't seen a trace of him.
Nevertheless, White Mitchell did not panic, did not hurry, on the contrary, he continued onwards in a certain direction.
The thin man didn't know that, in fact, White Mitchell could track his direction by relying on the Origin Power within his body.
At this time, the thin man was still gritting his teeth.
"Fuck! What's the deal with this kid from the Dragon Realm, why have I never seen this kind of person before? It's totally weird!" The thin man spoke with lingering fear, without any decrease in his speed.