Shi Hao moved across the land like a faint ghostly shadow, leaping over vast mountains, in search of a grand city that might house an altar capable of transporting himself. Only such a place could possibly have what he needed.
The wasteland was too vast, and even with his formidable abilities, he couldn't possibly reach his destination within a few days by flying alone.
During his journey, his search for the transport formation caused minor delays, nearly allowing the three Divine Spirits chasing him to catch up. He suffered severe injuries, coughed blood continuously, and nearly died.
Finally, in the northern part of the continent, Shi Hao discovered a colossal city. He swiftly found the altar, climbed upon it without hesitation, and activated a golden passageway to escape.
"He's slipped away again," Yang Li said, his face darkening. They had been chasing him for so long without being able to capture him, which was a blow to their pride.