WHOOSH!
The fierce wind screamed past Zhou Yuanjue's ears. His incredible speed made the surrounding air feel as viscous as seawater.
He even had the strange sensation that with a single leap, he could "swim" through the air just as he would in the ocean.
In other words, "flight."
However, he knew it was just an illusion. He might be able to use the air resistance to glide for a moment, but without any real support, his speed would plummet, and he would eventually land back on the ground.
Perhaps, when he advanced another step and reached the King Level, he might have a chance to attempt a true, albeit brief, "flight."
Still, even just by running, Zhou Yuanjue's speed had nearly reached that of a supersonic jet. His figure zipped across the complex desert terrain as if it were flat ground, rapidly approaching the desert's edge.
He could sense with growing clarity that the leader of the Baiyi Organization was drawing nearer.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
