Sha Hao waited for the white eagle to land on his shoulder, its one claw charred and feathers on its tail sparse, clearly having suffered losses in the chase with Yuan Ming's winged bird.

Sha Hao had no time to comfort the white eagle; with a wave of his hand, a fiery red flying boat materialized before him. The boat, shaped like a swimming fish and about twenty feet long, had two cyan wheels at its tail, positioned on either side.

Leaping onto the oddly-shaped flying boat, Sha Hao watched as it burst into dazzling red light, the cyan wheels at the stern whirring rapidly and shooting out two thick cyan beams. The red and cyan lights intertwined, as if fire and wind were aiding each other, causing the spiritual power to surge dramatically.

The fiery red flying boat shot into the sky like a bolt of lightning, its speed far surpassing the white jade flying shuttle, quickly closing the gap between them.