Chu Feng’s speed was simply too fast. He was approaching the battlefield of the two worlds!
It was as if he was stepping on a river of time. There were time particles under his feet and dense immortal mist. His body was as swift and fierce as a streak of resplendent lightning that tore through the sky.
One could see that under his feet, mysterious symbols flickered and interweaved with dao patterns.
It was as if there were twelve wings flapping around him. It was like a Kun peng spreading its wings and soaring up to the nine heavens. It overlooked the Yang realm and was about to arrive at the battlefield in a short amount of time!
Of course, those weren’t the real Kun Peng Wings. They had long since been refined by Chu Feng. The runes on the twelve wings combined into one and returned to the void. They could appear in every part of his body with a single thought.