The Distance Closes
Gu Moxiu's words made them all look over.
That was true. This dumbass was Rank Nine—how was he supposed to keep up?
He was not like Qin Sha, with Uncle Yan carrying him under one arm as he ran.
"Give Nuonuo to me. You run on your own!" Shen Xingran said.
No matter what, Lin Nuonuo was the sister she had acknowledged. Even if she was annoying and such a pain.
She could not just leave her behind.
"Can you manage?" Gu Moxiu looked reluctant to let go.
"Bullshit. If Martial Venerables can't do it, could a Rank Nine like you?" Yan Lin'er's delicate brows trembled slightly.
She raised a hand and pulled out a tough ribbon.
She tied Lin Nuonuo up with it just like that.
Then she held one end of the ribbon while Shen Xingran took the other.
That left Lin Nuonuo hanging in midair.
As if she had been hoisted up.
"Let's go!"
Seeing that everything had been assigned.
Qin Sha was already prepared to be carried under Uncle Yan's arm.
He even struck a Superman flying pose.
"Go!"
At the command, aura surged around their bodies.
The gravel beneath their feet shattered with a crack.
Boom!
More than ten figures shot out like cannonballs from a barrel, streaking through the air in a blur.
The moment they landed, they stomped down fiercely and leaped another fifty-plus meters!
This time, Lei Zhen brought up the rear. His aura surged wildly, and every step he took crackled with electric light.
Grinding the rocks beneath his feet into powder.
He was massive, yet as agile as a cheetah. With every leap, tangled afterimages trailed behind him.
Gu Moxiu might have been weak.
But he could run fairly well.
Stumbling and lurching forward.
Lin Nuonuo, meanwhile,