The silver light shuttle sped across the sky above the Flowing Cloud Plain. Fang Hao sat cross-legged in the cabin; his face was slightly pale, but his aura had gradually stabilized.
Although he had successfully killed the Green-Winged Wind Eagle by forcibly activating the Soul-Shocking Spike just now, it had caused some backlash to his Divine Soul. Fortunately, there were many Medicinal Pills for nourishing the Divine Soul in Mo Yunhe's storage ring, so he was now out of danger.
He controlled the flying shuttle, maintaining its speed within a relatively safe range, while his Divine Sense remained highly vigilant, alert to his surroundings.
That sudden attack just now had made him more cautious about this seemingly calm plain. The world of cultivation was full of crises everywhere, and one could never let their guard down at any time.
After flying for about an hour, the outline of a city finally appeared on the horizon ahead.
