"It's about time."
Ning Daoran, on the verge of crashing into the Purple and Green Three Peaks, swiftly twisted his body and ignited a Third-tier Lower Grade Divine Speed Talisman in his hand, veering toward the northwest!
At this moment, he reduced his mana to around sixty percent.
Maintaining such terrifying tunneling speed, a significant consumption of mana was inevitable.
However, his foundation was profound, and the true consumption at this moment was probably less than one percent.
"This King shall see where exactly you can flee!"
Fire Dragon True Monarch's vertical pupils radiated with a frenzy of violent and malicious aura. He was determined to win; this child had exhausted about forty percent of his mana. After pursuing for a distance, he could easily crush him!
In the sky, the rage of thunder grew fierce, and Ning Daoran continued to fly at breakneck speed toward the predetermined location.