But such speed still couldn't catch up with Lin Chen, not even those strange creatures fluttering with black wings could match the speed of the little white under Lin Chen.
Little White seemed naturally born for speed, no matter how tightly those things pursued, faced with a being like the Wind Controller, they inevitably fell a step behind.
In no time, Lin Chen was already close to that black silhouette under the crescent moon.
The silhouette stood over two meters tall, with a burly body. He was half-naked, revealing his arms with muscles bursting with an extremely powerful force.
He seemed to breathe, his chest rising and falling slightly, and with every breath, the silver glow from the crescent above occasionally swept inside his nose.
This person seemed to be devouring the most primordial essence between heaven and earth.
"Just as they said, his flesh and blood have not yet recovered."
