The dark golden stream of light kept twisting and turning within the shattered void.
Jeming changed directions three times in a row, then hid in a massive crack on the ground for a while.
After confirming there were no traces of pursuit, Jeming slowly withdrew from the Light Divinity Transformation.
Feeling a bit fatigued, he shook his head and restrained his aura before silently flying towards the predetermined coordinates.
This was a natural shelter hidden between two giant gray-white rock remnants, and seemingly due to its location at the border of planes, the space was quite unstable, making it an area with little strategic value.
As soon as Jeming stepped onto the relatively flat surface of one of the remnants, the air beside him rippled like the surface of stirred water.
Blake's slightly pale face "emerged" from the void, his deep purple eyes noticeably brightening as soon as he saw Jeming.
He then let out a long breath, as though releasing a heavy burden.
