Ding Fan looked intently at the towering peak in front of him, a cold curve crossing his lips. With a swift turn, he grabbed Zhang Heng beside him and his footsteps flickered away in an instant.
Zhang Heng, caught in Ding Fan's grasp, was looking at the rapidly moving surroundings, his heart filled with shock. To be honest, this astonishing speed of movement was something Zhang Heng had never witnessed in his life. The trees passing by had long turned into streaks of shadows, and the fierce gale at his ears made Zhang Heng's body ache from the sheer force of the wind.
"Is this the power of a strong cultivator?"
Zhang Heng marveled silently in his heart, while Ding Fan had no time to pay attention to him. In the depths of the Wild Wolf Gang, tarrying even a moment longer was an added danger for him.
With this thought, Ding Fan didn't dare stop his steps, the fierce sound of the wind echoing through every corner of the Wild Wolf Gang's heartland.
