Chapitre 829: The Hunt

The Wisest Sun surged ahead, his form a blur of ancient power and speed, while I—well, I was being dragged along in his wake. We hurtled through the skies, leaving behind the remnants of the battle we'd just escaped. In mere seconds, we reached the teleportation gate within his sect, a flash of light engulfing us as we reappeared in the Red Sun's territory.

As soon as we materialized, the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon us. Even the air seemed thicker, burdened with the tension of the ongoing war. The Wisest Sun tried to lighten the mood, though his grim expression betrayed his true feelings. "After all this is done," he said, his voice echoing with both weariness and resolve, "I'll ask the Blue Sun to set up a gate in your territory. It's really far from any civilized region, and you could use the connection."

"I'd appreciate that," I replied, my gaze fixed on the sky, where the storm clouds seemed to swirl with malevolent intent.