The Thunder Qilin accelerated and charged into the fog.
It was worried about its imitator, as well as the imitator of Yang Yan catching up.
No matter how strong Yang Yan was, he would inevitably encounter trouble within this fog.
*Nobody likes trouble, and the Thunder Qilin didn't like it.*
*The Thunder Qilin didn't like trouble, and naturally, it knew Yang Yan wouldn't like it either.*
After all, whether strong or weak, nobody liked having trouble following them.
The Thunder Qilin knew all of this deeply!
It carried Yang Yan at its fastest speed into the valley.
Yang Yan's gaze swept around and he saw the Stone Bull in the valley.
The Stone Bull was lying motionless on the ground.
"Go over there," he said, pointing at the Stone Bull.
The closer he got to the Stone Bull, the more he could hear its call.
Moreover, the Stone Bull's calls grew louder,
its cries shook his eardrums.
It seemed to be calling for help.
It wanted Yang Yan to rescue the Stone Bull.
