His speed was astonishing, leaving a blurry cyan afterimage as he streaked through the withered yellow mountain forest, racing toward the central region of Cangshan.
Having broken through to the Late Stage of Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer, the power of his Spirit Crane Body Technique had increased accordingly. Fueled by the ceaseless flow of Magical Power within him, Yang Qi traversed the complex and rugged mountain terrain at a speed far exceeding that of a regular off-road vehicle. He moved silently, the only sound a faint whisper of his clothes cutting through the wind.
Xiaojiu lay securely in his arms, its sharp eyes vigilantly scanning the path ahead.
Before ten in the morning, Yang Qi had already ventured deep into the heart of Cangshan. The surrounding trees grew taller and denser, and signs of human activity were nonexistent.
The air was filled with the unique scent of a primeval forest—damp and with a hint of decay.
