Fang Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood that had been shaken out had not yet dried, but the injuries within his body had already healed.
Then, he transformed into a flowing light and swiftly flew towards the direction everyone was heading.
As for that Saint-level leader, he was still in that dense forest with bloodshot eyes, searching everywhere for Yemo to take revenge... What does that have to do with me, Fang Che?
Anyway, I'm no longer over there.
His speed was faster than others, and he had no concerns, flying in a straight line in the air.
He reached the mountain pass ahead, revealed his figure, and then acted as if he was sprinting wildly on the Great Dao.
But the speed was much slower than his real speed.
Shush, shush, shush...
Dozens of figures rushed over from multiple directions: "Run quickly, Yemo is here!"
The crowd rushed quickly.
Fang Che in front: "Ah? Yemo is here?"
With a startled exclamation, he started sprinting desperately.
