Qin Yuanhe's figure was like a rainbow, embraced by the vital energy of heaven and earth, with dust rolling behind him, the flames of his aura surging to the sky.
Yang Fei's feet stepped upon Yu Step, yet he moved as if strolling leisurely, not disturbing the dust underfoot, relaxing comfortably.
However, his speed was astonishingly fast, closely pursuing Qin Yuanhe without falling behind.
Qin Yuanhe was terrified, dashing towards Wu Jun and the others.
His five fingers hooked like claws, grabbing Wu Jun, and smashed him headfirst towards the stele five hundred meters away.
Wu Jun screamed miserably, his body like a cannonball, flying uncontrollably.
Yang Fei sighed, his body swayed, darting over, launching the Great Mount Sumeru Palm, catching Wu Jun and gently lowering him.
Wu Jun barely escaped death, his face pale with fright, yet he maintained composure, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Su Chen."
