Ling Jiu moved underground for over two hours before he was out of Mount Kosciuszko. He then released his airship and fled as fast as he could.
He did not want to stay for even a second. If the Three-headed Frostfire Scaled Dragon caught up with him, he would be in trouble.
It was only after the airship flew for several hours and had traveled over a thousand kilometers before he stopped. The Three-headed Frostfire Scaled Dragon was nowhere to be seen. He figured he had successfully shaken it off.
After that, he chose a place suitable for direbeast hunting.
It was Thursday, time for killing some direbeasts. He did not want to be left behind.
"Here goes!"
A Frost Mammoth appeared ahead. Ling Jiu teleported himself near to it, then yanked out a purple, almost transparent Flaming Spear. The Frost Mammoth dropped dead to the ground as the Flaming Spear pierced through its temple.
"A 7,000ºC flame is so handy!"
"Next!"
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