Yìng Tiānyáo had already covered a considerable distance.
Perhaps shaken by the ice sword she had just displayed, none of the prodigies from the Immortal factions dared step forward to challenge her. As for those whose cultivation years, translated into human lifespans, exceeded sixty, they knew they lacked the dignity to block her path, and thus were ruled out.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye. Yìng Tiānyáo had already crossed well over half the distance.
Chapter 72