As a cultivator in the Divine Dao Realm, not among the strongest.
The old daoist had his own pride.
"I absolutely cannot die by the hands of a Walking the Dao cultivator, that's disgraceful."
Now, this pride was entrusted to Han Yu, so the old daoist's hands were constantly gripping Han Yu's neck.
"Hurry, hurry, faster."
"We're almost there..."
Han Yu's face remained dark, feeling inadvertently offended.
The streak of light behind him drew closer, even though the power of his physical body had already erupted to its peak.
The whistling wind rushed by, and Han Yu had reached the point of covering three to four miles in a breath.
The old daoist, looking at the situation behind, was extremely anxious.
"Can't you go any faster?"
Han Yu retorted angrily while running, "I'm only half-recovered myself, what more can I do?"
Despite his words, he still leaped, burst forth with Fire Divine Power, and shot out as a rainbow light.
