"Thirty minutes? Are you kidding me?!"
Leorio paced anxiously as he stared at the map, his voice rising out of pitch. "How are we supposed to make it in time?!"
Kurapika frowned as well.
He quickly estimated the distance and terrain in his head, and his conclusion was just as hopeless.
Even at full strength, crossing this complicated stretch of jungle in half an hour would have been practically impossible.
Gon and Killua shook off their earlier emotions, their expressions turning grave.
"What do we do?" Gon looked at Lin Yan.
After everything that had happened over the past few days, he had instinctively come to regard this mysterious young man as their anchor.
Killua said nothing, but the trust in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Lin Yan glanced at the sky and sensed the movement of the air through the trees before speaking calmly. "Normal running won't get us there. We'll need something unconventional."
He swept his gaze over them, his tone leaving no room for argument. "From now on, follow my instructions.
Gon, you have the most stamina and the sharpest instincts. Take the lead and break the wind."
"Got it!" Gon answered without hesitation.
"Kurapika, Leorio, stay in the middle. Killua, stay in front of me."
Once Lin Yan finished assigning their positions, Leorio took a step forward, only for his body to sway violently.
His face was white as paper, and cold sweat beaded across his forehead.
He had been badly poisoned in the snake pit. Although Lin Yan had used true qi to purge the poison and save his life, his body had yet to recover fully from that brush with death.
Now his legs felt as though they were filled with lead.
Every movement set his lungs burning, each breath rasping painfully like