"Damn it! Damn it! Are those women crazy!?"
Yan Xiao screamed at the top of his lungs, the raw, frantic sound of his voice tearing through the whistling slipstream of his own velocity.
His robes fluttered wildly against his ribs, whipped into violent motion by the shockwaves of his desperate run.
The cut on his left cheek was still weeping hot, fresh blood, stinging with a terrifying, numb coldness.
Right now, he didn't dare look back, he just activated the Sunshine Steps to its limits!
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
His physical body ceased to obey the natural friction of the loam, and with every frantic pump of his legs, his flesh dissolved into a flickering, incandescent blur of golden white illumination.
He moved along the forest like a beam of light, ricocheting off tree trunks, refracting between moss-slick stones, and bypassing three thousand meters of terrain in the blink of a mortal eye.
