The thing was a brownish, lumpy mass, its shape distorting and stretching as it moved. It was incredibly fast, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, Song Wanning had been extending her Divine Sense from the moment she entered, which allowed her to catch a trace of its path as it fled.
"Chase!"
With a sharp cry, she shot forward, her figure a blur. The very air rippled with shockwaves as she passed.
Bai Yang's expression darkened as he gave chase at full speed. In just three breaths, his master's figure had already vanished from sight.
He cursed inwardly, once again deeply dissatisfied with his own Cultivation.
He glanced around in frustration. Unsure of where to go, he could only try heading in the direction Song Wanning had vanished.
But as he rounded a bend, the scene suddenly opened up before him. A vast, endless grassland stretched out as far as the eye could see.
