After leaving the camp, Luo Yan leaped onto the Racing Motorcycle prepared for him.
The two-wheeled motorcycle had the overall shape of a sharp, long blade. Its aerodynamic design, streamlined contours, and outstanding power enabled it to travel at over three hundred kilometers per hour.
Of course, it was not easy to handle.
But for a powerhouse like Luo Yan, his reflexes were more than enough to drive such a vehicle with ease.
After putting on his helmet, Luo Yan started the engine. It immediately roared with powerful force.
Luo Yan twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot forward, kicking up a curtain of dust as it sped away.
After he left, Monk Zhixin also drove off alone in a car to follow him. Before long, the two of them disappeared from Yu Qiushui's sight.
The wind howled across the wilderness.
Luo Yan drove the motorcycle at high speed along the highway. The scenery rapidly fell behind on both sides, and because he was traveling so fast, it stretched into streaks of blurred light.
Before long, he saw the car transporting Han Xu.
There were three cars in total: two escort vehicles in front and behind, with Han Xu in the middle.
Luo Yan twisted the throttle. The motorcycle shot forward like the wind, and in just a moment, he had passed alongside all three cars.
The motorcycle continued into the distance. Only after putting nearly a kilometer between himself and the cars did Luo Yan turn around and charge back.
The escort vehicle in front had already noticed that something was wrong. The gunner on board immediately raised a rapid-fire machine cannon and opened fire.
The bullets lashed toward Luo Yan like flaming whips. Several gleams of sword light appeared beside him, then flashed away like lightning.
The sword