The figure that appeared on the pale, misty low mountain made Chu Hao's heart tremble with just a glance, prompting him to turn and run.
Chu Hao grabbed Li Yinhe and the guide, shouting loudly, "Quickly, take us back."
The guide was being dragged along, his body dry like a piece of fabric fluttering in the wind. He was somewhat unaccustomed, confidently saying, "Relax, I am helpless against the things inside the Hell Gate, but outside the Hell Gate, who am I afraid of?"
Seeing his confident demeanor, Li Yin secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this guide was indeed very strange.
Chu Hao said, "Dead Man's Fruit, I took it from her offerings."
The guide: "..."
Suddenly, Chu Hao felt a power whisking him away swiftly; in almost an instant, they crossed several peaks.
The speed was akin to a beam of light, faster than Sword Controlling Flight.
The guide, upon hearing the background of their pursuer, reacted greatly, clearly frightened.
