C401 He Was Rather Selfaware!

Gou Datong gasped for air, sweat pouring from his forehead in large droplets. A relentless tide of fatigue washed over his mind, and it was as if a siren's voice constantly whispered in his ear, tempting him to lie down and rest.

But he couldn't afford to stop. His pursuers were close on his heels, and Whispering Peak loomed just ahead