Xiao Yang carried Lin Feng as he turned into a streak of light, racing madly across the desolate land of the Immortal Demon Battlefield.
He no longer concealed his aura, nor did he deliberately avoid those dangerous forbidden zones.
The divine power within him burned wildly, as though it cost nothing!
Speed!
Speed was the only thing he pursued now!
Demon Ancestor Luohu's aura was like a heavy mountain pressing down on his heart, leaving him unable to breathe.
It was the helplessness and urgency one felt when facing an oncoming natural disaster!
He had to make every preparation before that old devil completely broke free!
"Se... Senior... slow... slow down... I'm going to throw up..."
Lin Feng, dangling from Xiao Yang's hand, had gone deathly pale, utterly bloodless.
He felt as if his internal organs were about to be flung out of place by that terrifying speed.
The scenery around them was no longer simply rushing backward. It had become blurred streaks of color, wildly stretching and twisting before his eyes.
He even felt as though his soul was about to be flung out of his body!
"Shut up!"
Xiao Yang barked coldly, his voice full of impatience.
How could he possibly have time to care whether this burden lived or died?
If not for the possibility that those Spirit-Seeking Eyes of his might prove useful at a critical moment, he would have tossed the fellow into some random ravine and left him to fend for himself long ago.
Lin Feng trembled all over at the shout and immediately swallowed the rest of his words, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and not daring to look again.
He regretted it so badly!
If he had known this senior was so fierce and so utterly unpredictable, he never would have run