The laughter of the Maitreya Buddha Ancestor quickly faded away.
They watched the figures of the three from the Ling Mountain disappearing into the western horizon.
Lu Wufei stood still, laughing.
With a raise of his hand.
A precious Demon Core instantly appeared in his previously empty palm. The core was the size of an adult's fist. It seemed to be colored like chaos, but its whole body emitted a pure, verdant glow.
The moment this Demon Core was produced.
Lu Wufei could feel the surrounding air speed rapidly increasing.
As the Demon Core remained in that state.
Lu Wufei shortly felt a clear sensation; a wind started to blow around him.
Although he was at a high altitude, the fast wind around him had long stopped due to his powerful aura.
But the wind now was different.
This wind was entirely due to the appearance of this Demon Core in his hand.