Wu Shattered Star River

"Also an Initiate?"

Jiang Han became alert, his gaze following the direction of the warship's rear.

Unfortunately, the surrounding area was filled with white mist, obscuring everything.

Lei Tu sensed something, a look of doubt appearing in his eyes as he murmured, "Could I have sensed it wrong?"

Lei Tu had just felt a trace of an Initiate's aura, but now, upon closer inspection, there was nothing.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, deciding not to dwell on it too much.

In any case, even if an Initiate from the Soul Race came, he could still suppress them.

The warship pierced through the air.

The Soul Race was indeed subdued, with no more of them approaching.

The aura of the Soul Race Initiate also never appeared again.

The flight was peaceful all the way, lasting a full three days and three nights.

The white mist ahead suddenly thinned.

Finally exiting the Soul Race's controlled territory, Jiang Han felt a sense of relief.

Ahead lay a desert, offering a wide field of vision.

According to the map, there was an area here not controlled by any race.

This stretch of desert lacked any resources, barren and desolate, making control meaningless.

This area was still vast, requiring two to three days of normal flight.

Beyond it lay territories controlled by two other major races: the Ant Race and the Desolate Race.

"We'll bypass the Ant Race!"

Jiang Han consulted the map, directing the warship northwest, staying far from the Desolate Race's stronghold and passing by the Ant Race.

The Desolate Race's stronghold wasn't large, but the information indicated that an Initiate-level expert guarded it.

Lei Tu nodded slightly, naturally preferring to avoid provoking the Desolate Race if possible.

The Desolate Race was currently the leader of all races, and needlessly provoking them could cause trouble not only for his Sky Thunder World's stronghold.

The warship sped along, the desert quiet, devoid of even fierce beasts, truly a desolate land.

Jiang Han relaxed inwardly, while Lei Tu sat down and entered a meditative state.

Half a day later, the sky darkened, the surroundings silent, all sounds gone except for the warship slicing through the air.

Tonight, the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds gathering, hinting at an impending storm, creating a sense of oppression.

Lei Tu remained in seclusion, while Jiang Han, unable to see clearly due to the darkness, closed his eyes and used his senses to perceive everything nearby.

"Hmm?"

He pierced the warship's light shield with a single thrust, then fiercely stabbed into the air.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A massive handprint condensed out of thin air, filled with an inexplicable divine might, as if containing immense power.

"Desolate Power, a Desolate Race Initiate!"

Sensing the heavy, mountain-like aura on the handprint, Jiang Han's expression drastically changed.

This aura was too unique, the aura of Desolate Power.

The divine might on this hand made his soul tremble, clearly emanating from a Desolate Race expert at the Initiate level.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Countless sounds of tearing through the air echoed around them.

Before Jiang Han could even inscribe a light gate, several beams of white light ripped through the sky, hurtling towards the warship.

"Boom!"

The warship, cast from cold iron, exploded directly, transforming into a rain of shattered metal.

Wings appeared on Jiang Han's back, and he flashed away, dodging several attacks.

Arcing lightning crackled around his body, quickly weaving together to form a Lightning Divine Armor.

He scanned the surroundings through the armor, discovering dozens of figures shooting towards him.

Over fifty Desolate Race members, including more than a dozen at the ninth level of the Seeker Realm, and the rest at the eighth level.

Jiang Han looked up into the sky, seeing Lei Tu locked in battle with a Desolate Race expert.

Lei Tu was covered in lightning, the light on his spear dazzling, as valiant as a war god, showing no signs of being an aging elder.

"What are you still standing there for?

Find a way to escape!

I can't beat a Desolate Race Initiate.

Only if you escape can I find a chance to escape, quickly!"

A voice transmission rang in Jiang Han's ears.

He had originally been filled with murderous intent, wanting to slaughter this group of Desolate Race eighth and ninth level Seekers, but upon hearing Lei Tu's transmission, he dared not act rashly.

Lei Tu was under orders to escort him.

If he didn't escape, Lei Tu could only fight to the death.

Only if he escaped could Lei Tu find a way to flee.

"Chi chi ~"

Jiang Han unleashed a River of Time and Space, plunging into it and fleeing into the distance.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The surrounding Desolate Race members continuously launched attacks at the River of Time and Space, attempting to collapse it, but their attacks were not strong enough.

Jiang Han's body swam within the River of Time and Space, and he began to quickly condense small flying beasts.

These small flying beasts were enhanced versions, infused with Holy Flame, greatly increasing their power.

After traveling dozens of miles within the River of Time and Space, Jiang Han emerged.

With a wave of his hand, countless small flying beasts flew in all directions.

"Swish, swish!"

The nearby Desolate Race members quickly retreated, but five Desolate Race members at the eighth level of the Seeker Realm were too slow and were engulfed by the small flying beasts, their fates sealed as they were burned alive.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Desolate Race members in the distance continuously launched attacks, and while Jiang Han had originally wanted to inscribe a light gate to teleport away, he had no choice but to unleash the River of Time and Space again, continuing to flee along it.

Dozens of Desolate Race members followed closely, relentlessly releasing attacks, bombarding the River of Time and Space.

These Desolate Race members had learned their lesson, not getting too close to the River of Time and Space to avoid Jiang Han ambushing them.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The fierce battle continued high above, Lei Tu appearing valiant but being suppressed by the Desolate Race expert.

The Desolate Race's attacks were too savage.

If Lei Tu weren't so old and possessed so many Dao techniques, he would have been unable to withstand the attacks and been killed long ago.

Jiang Han continued to flee along the River of Time and Space, his mind racing as he began to think of a solution.

Escaping like this was not a long-term solution.

The Desolate Race would continue to follow him, preventing him from shaking them off.

As long as this group of Desolate Race members followed him, even if he escaped tens of thousands of miles, it would only take a few breaths for the Desolate Race Initiate to catch up.

"I'm not running anymore!"

Jiang Han steeled his heart, preparing to kill this group of Desolate Race members and then use spatial teleportation Dao techniques to escape; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to escape at all.

His body emerged from the River of Time and Space, and then the small flying beasts surrounding his body expanded and shot out in all directions.

He burned two Desolate Race members to death, successfully forcing the remaining Desolate Race members to retreat.

Then, using his Lightning Divine Armor, Nine Dragons Ring, and Azure Wind Armor, he forcefully withstood the Desolate Race's attacks.

His hands lit up with nine-colored light as he moved around, continuously unleashing Rivers of Time and Space.

The Rivers of Time and Space crisscrossed, cutting off this area.

Jiang Han forcefully endured several attacks from the ninth level Seekers of the Desolate Race.

After the Lightning Divine Armor shattered, he plunged into the River of Time and Space, quickly swimming along it, looking for opportunities to begin his slaughter.

The Rivers of Time and Space crisscrossed, Jiang Han swimming within them at great speed, suddenly emerging from one River of Time and Space into another, making the Desolate Race members' eyes blur.

He quickly condensed small flying beasts, and soon he found an opportunity, suddenly emerging near five Desolate Race members.

His body flew out, and countless small flying beasts howled out.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

The small flying beasts fused with the Holy Flame were extremely terrifying.

As the small flying beasts exploded, they directly blasted three Desolate Race members at the eighth level of the Seeker Realm to death.

The other two ninth level Seekers, even with mid-grade spiritual artifacts, couldn't withstand it, letting out screams as their bodies rolled in the air and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Courting death!"

An enraged shout boomed from the sky, followed by a fist shadow whistling down with lightning speed, slamming towards Jiang Han.

"An attack from an Initiate-level expert!"

Jiang Han's hair stood on end, his soul beginning to palpitate.

He felt that this fist shadow had locked onto him, and it was too fast for him to avoid; he could only withstand it head-on.

An attack from an Initiate-level expert, could he withstand it?

Jiang Han had no confidence whatsoever!