Zhu Fei, carrying Shui Biyun, had flown tens of thousands of miles further before the suffocating fluctuations of demonic power they had felt earlier finally began to fade.
However, as their gazes unintentionally swept backward, they were shocked to see a mountainous creature, its body pitch-black, briefly flash before disappearing.
The forest where they had originally been was nothing more than a clump of small grass on the back of that immense beast.
Such a colossal disparity in scale involuntarily made Zhu Fei and Shui Biyun exchange glances, a trace of fear inexplicably rising in their hearts.
Had Zhu Fei not reacted promptly just now, escaping at his fastest speed at the first sign of danger, whether the two of them would still be alive was a question worth pondering.
Even so, Zhu Fei still dared not be the slightest bit careless at this moment.
