Whoosh!
Li Yuan turned into a streak of light that cut across the world. As he traveled, he kept watching the changing information on his Smart Ring Watch.
"Hm?"
"It's Wuma Nong, Teacher Li Yang, and Laimeng," Li Yuan thought. "One True Meaning Source Martialist and two Flying Martialists."
Besides him, a flying-class squad was also rushing over.
According to regulations, aside from Li Yuan acting alone, other rescue teams needed to have three flying-class combatants so they could support one another.
"My flying speed is faster than Teacher Li Yang and the others, but they're less than seven hundred kilometers away. By the time I get there, the battle will probably already be over," Li Yuan thought.
Though he thought that, Li Yuan did not slow in the slightest.
Over the past few days, although he had not encountered another attack from a flying-class exotic beast, Li Yuan had remained constantly vigilant.
War allowed no fooling around!
Only the bravest—and at the same time, the most cautious—people, those who treated every seemingly ordinary fight as the most important final battle, had any hope of surviving to the end.
Boom!
Li Yuan rapidly closed in.
Several hundred kilometers away from Li Yuan.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three streaks of light were likewise flying at high speed. They were Wuma Nong, Li Yang, and Laimeng.
Of the three, Wuma Nong was a Source Martialist, but his strength was the greatest.
"Spirit Spear is hurrying over at full speed," Wuma Nong said in a low voice. "We have to do our best too. We can't just leave everything to Spirit Spear alone."
"Mm." Laimeng nodded.
"We're Flying Martialists, at any rate," Li Yang said with a smile as well.
After these few days of battle, all of them admired Spirit Spear greatly.