Fang Hao was sprinting wildly ahead, feeling as if he were being chased not by a turtle, but by a moving, enraged small mountain!
Although the Mysterious Rock Dragon Turtle was massive, in its own territory, those narrow passages seemed non-existent to it. It simply crashed through, and the hard rocks fell away like tofu; the entire underground space trembled and groaned under its angry footsteps.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The heavy footsteps and the sound of collapsing rock grew closer. The fishy, earthy-smelling blast of air was almost spraying onto the back of Fang Hao's head.
Fang Hao cursed inwardly; this beast was like a stubborn plaster, impossible to shake off!
He specifically chose the narrowest, lowest side paths, where in some places he even had to crawl to get through. But the Dragon Turtle was different—it would push with its head, squeeze with its body, and forcibly widen the passage to pursue him.
