The space of the teleportation flickered incessantly with white light.
Jiang Ding constantly shuttled through distantly arranged teleportation formations, quickly moving away from the Great Sun Sword Sect. He had only managed to clear ninety percent of the mana and Divine Sense remnants from the Sect before he decided to stop and ignore the rest.
This was not his usual practice.
With a stern face, Jiang Ding entered the third and fourth teleportation formations, already tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Great Sun Sword Sect, but the sense of urgency in his heart not only didn't decrease but gradually intensified.
He glanced at the Jade Slip of the Black Jade Coffin, snorted coldly, and stepped into the fifth teleportation formation.
Following that, came the seventh and eighth teleportation formations!
The urgency in his heart continued to rise, about to break through the critical point!
"A tracking magic..."
Jiang Ding's face was icy cold.