1220 Foreordained Results

"Chase him down!" Ji Ning and his Whitethaw both transformed into streaks of light, chasing at high speed while staying on the ground-level of the flaming tunnels. However, the escaping realmship was moving farther and farther away from them.

"It's too fast. The realmship is able to fly much faster than we can." Ning stared off into the distance, his face tense as he continued the pursuit.

"Don't worry, Master. The passageways are filled with traps and mechanisms. If he moves slowly and carefully he can avoid some of them, but he's flying like a madman! He covers a hundred million kilometers in an instant without even looking at what's up ahead. He'll definitely run into some of them. Once they activate, they'll slow him down if not kill him outright," Whitethaw said.