Above the firmament.
A vast sea of clouds was scattered.
Below.
The Coiling Dragon River was stirred into massive surging waves.
These towering waves seemed to connect the sky and the mighty river, immensely spectacular.
After unleashing a series of deadly strikes, Yang Luo led Bujie and others to continue their escape along the Coiling Dragon River towards the horizon.
"Keep pursuing!"
"We must not let them escape!"
"Our men are ambushed ahead as well; they won't get away!"
Li Weizhao and others shouted coldly as they led over a thousand disciples in continued pursuit.
Yang Luo and his group kept flying along the Coiling Dragon River without daring to stop.
They had no idea where the Coiling Dragon River would lead.
Yet, all they could do now was ensure they didn't fall into Li Weizhao and his men's hands, holding out until Lei Dongtian and others arrived.
For a moment.
Yang Luo and his companions fled in the front, while Li Weizhao and his men chased from behind.
