The group began a search.
They were all Saints, and searching together would be a waste of manpower. Thus, everyone moved separately.
Of course, they were all extremely careful. If they came across an Imperial Sons of the Land of Death, they would immediately flee if they were no match. They definitely couldn't linger in battle.
In this place, no matter how strong a Saint was, they would not dare to use movement techniques to run madly. Thus, as long as they did not continue fighting, there would basically be no problems.
Ling Han walked with his hands clasped behind his back, and began to slowly speed up.
He wanted to give it a try and see how fast he could be in this kind of environment.
Peng! Peng! Peng!
As he sped up, the Imperial Might that permeated the air instantly transformed into a sharp blade that stabbed towards him.
