C225 The Bloodcolored Spear

After Yang Xuan nodded, Zhang Zhengli charged out, his body glowing with a faint Spiritual Force. Fatty Yuh trailed behind him, keeping a distance of seven to eight meters.

The trio's pace quickened significantly, gliding swiftly and silently above the treetops.

They had been running for roughly the duration it takes to drink half a cup of tea when Zhengli came to an abrupt halt