Lu Qingshan flew with sword control, tracing a streak of Radiance at low altitude as he hurried toward Falling Goose Pass.
In the battlefield outside the territory, where danger lurked at every corner, even the Demon Race, which held an absolute advantage, rarely chose to fly proudly at high altitudes—wasn't that making oneself a living target?
As a Sword Cultivator, Lu Qingshan's escape technique was extremely fast. Even though he kept his pace moderate to conserve energy, he still outstripped ninety-nine percent of the Void Refining Cultivators.
However, the battle-scarred landscape was so vast that it still took him three to four days to reach Falling Goose Pass.
That was under the assumption that he didn't encounter any unexpected problems along the way.
He looked around. Nearly all the scenery that met his eyes was desolate, with remnants of battle everywhere.
In this area, the Human and Demon Races had been locked in fierce combat for a full twenty thousand years.
