After another fierce exchange, Jeming's newly regenerated left arm disintegrated into ashes again, allowing him to barely spring several kilometers away.
He was still catching his breath, with Spiritual Qi coursing wildly inside him, attempting to make up for the loss and propel his arduous physical evolution.
Yet the relentless pursuit of the Black Robed Wizard, which rarely left room for a respite, did not immediately come.
Jeming exhaled a brief sigh of relief and looked up.
Several hundred meters away, he saw the figure of the Black Robed Wizard hovering quietly, his hood slightly lifted, his dark red eyes seemed to be gazing at some invisible point in the void, his brow faintly furrowed.
He maintained a posture of pursuit but forcibly halted, as if blocked by an invisible wall.
"Hmm?" A low hum tinged with puzzlement escaped his lips.
