"Zhao Feng, Hou Tong, let's go!"
Ling Yun's eyes shifted, and he shouted sharply at Zhao Feng and Hou Tong.
"Hm?"
Zhao Feng and Hou Tong were slightly taken aback.
Boom!
At this time below, blood spirit power surged around Ling Yun's body, already transforming into a scarlet stream of light, shooting violently toward the east.
"Is Senior Brother Ling Yun retreating?"
Zhao Feng and Hou Tong saw this, their expressions turning a bit ugly, never expecting to retreat and flee in this native plane, facing natives with lower cultivation than theirs.
However, they always took Ling Yun's lead, and now, both of them instantly erupted with combat power, breaking away from Zilan and the others, and fleeing in the same direction as Ling Yun.
And obviously, the direction they headed was towards the East Sea.
"They ran?!"
Zilan, Nangong Feiyang, and the others were momentarily stunned.
