Yang Qi scooped up Hu Zi with his left hand and Leopard with his right, then instructed Xiaojiu on his shoulder.
"Xiaojiu, hold on tight to my clothes!"
The next moment—
"WHOOSH!!"
The Divine Movement Talisman activated.
Yang Qi felt an immense force propel his body forward, as if from wheels of wind and fire beneath his feet. He became a blurry afterimage, tearing off in the direction he sensed Ta Xue, moving at a speed that shattered the limits of the Spirit Crane Body Technique!
The forest on either side blurred into streaks of color as it rushed past.
Gullies several meters wide were crossed with a single leap, like a great roc taking flight.
He sidestepped tree trunks as thick as bowls, the corner of his clothing ripping against the bark with a sharp ZZZT.
Xiaojiu clung desperately to the fabric on his shoulder.
The wind on his back was so strong Bai Wan couldn't open his eyes.
