“The demonic aura ahead is thick. We should be careful—there must be a great number of sky demons gathered here.”
The Wolf Smoke Orb glided low across the barren land, moving at tremendous speed. Even the fastest horses could never hope to match a third of its pace. Compared to the blinding sword-lights of those in the Divine Power Realm, however, it was still slower—but Fang Han preferred caution over haste.
He had grown quite adept at maneuvering the Wolf Smoke Orb. By now, he understood that the artifact’s core formation was sealed within one of the compartments of the Seven Fiends Gourd. The more he focused his mind, the faster that formation spun, and the greater the orb’s power became. But if his concentration wavered, its strength faltered accordingly.
Controlling the orb demande
