Crosswinds and torrential rain churned through the mountains, and flashes of lightning flickered in the sea of clouds, illuminating the boundless earth.
Three figures sped south through rugged mountain ridges as though traversing level ground. Almost every time lightning flashed, the black speck behind drew a little closer to the two figures ahead.
Ordinarily, with a gap of two or three miles, even martial artists of the same rank with formidable Lightness Skill were unlikely to catch each other in a chase.
But Ye Jingtang and Xue Baijin had only just entered the realm of Martial Saints, whereas Xiang Hanshi had originally stood on the same level as Lü Taiqing. Now, he was indisputably second only to Fengguancheng.
His robes billowing, Xiang Hanshi tore through the boundless night rain. At full speed, the mountain forests below became blurs racing backward, and the raindrops he shattered along the way produced a deafening roar.
Boom, boom, boom...
Ye Jingtang looked back as he raced onward at full speed. A white trail of mist had appeared behind them, streaking through the air toward them, with that figure at its leading tip. His rises and falls were almost imperceptible. Though he had not caught them in the blink of an eye, the distance was visibly shrinking. It was only a matter of time.
Already approaching his full speed, Ye Jingtang knew he could not shake him off. His mind raced as he assessed the situation, then he said:
"He's after me. Split up."
Xue Baijin's judgment was hardly poor. She knew they could not outrun him. If they turned and fought together, they might still have a chance. But if they split up, Ye Jingtang would be isolated and helpless within Northern Liang's territory, with no way to survive.
Seeing that Ye Jingtang meant