The darkness was deep like a screen.

Dijiang's shadow cut across the night sky, he ran away in full speed with the whistling wind. The spot of silver light was farther and farther away from him, but the sharp and fierce killing intent was closer and closer to him.

The killing intent wasn't evident and aggressive, and it was filling the space in a cold, calm way, peaceful, severe, and hazardous.

Li Tianlan had passed out.

Saint checked ...