Ye Xuan moved at a remarkable speed, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. His silhouette flickered by, vanishing in an instant, and within a moment, he was a hundred meters away. Then, his heels hit the ground, and once more, he launched forward.
In the deep of night, after sprinting for two or three hours, he had covered three to four hundred miles.
At this point, his body was drenched in sweat mixed with blood. His clothes, soaked with sweat and blood, had turned a deep red, and even his skin emitted a searing glow. His shoes were worn with holes, and the soles had been ground away.
Sprinting at such speed, Ye Xuan faced enormous air resistance, forming a shackle that burdened his body heavily. His skin, due to the friction with the air, turned a translucent red, with droplets of blood seemingly dancing as if they were about to gush out.
"Huff Huff Huff..."
