They could neither stop him nor survive!
Fang Qianyuan's words sounded like both a declaration and a sneer, striking dread into the hearts of the two Warrior experts. They were frightened, grief-stricken, and furious, yet there was nothing they could do.
They suddenly realized that Fang Qianyuan had spoken the truth.
Fang Qianyuan was still in the air, while White Wolf had already flown down and begun attacking the camp. They truly could not stop him.
Once Fang Qianyuan freed himself up to finish them off, they would hardly survive either. He still had countless methods he had yet to use. Anyone weaker than him would find it difficult to escape alive from a powerhouse like him.
"Go stop that White Wolf. I'll deal with him!" the male cultivator told the female cultivator.
The female cultivator wasted no words, immediately dragging her injured body through the air toward White Wolf.
Fang Qianyuan snorted coldly. His figure flickered as he pursued her.
What he displayed now was the extraordinary agility afforded by his formidable physique, combined with his use of the Windbody Technique. His movements met no resistance whatsoever, and he could even ride the wind to some extent.
His speed surpassed sound itself-swift indeed.
Anyone who advanced to Earth Rank could move faster than sound without difficulty. But most were like the Golden-Plumed Splitfeather Roc, a Human Rank spirit creature renowned for speed: they could only reach such speeds briefly in an all-out burst. Once they slowed down, they covered only a few dozen yards in the snap of a finger.
Only someone like Fang Qianyuan, with powerful muscles and bones and a grasp of the mysteries of the Wind Path, could achieve this. Even among Earth Rank Experts, his speed could already be called top-tier.
The female cultivator could