"How much longer until they arrive?" Yu Xueqing asked, breath steady despite the relentless sprint.
"We're heading straight toward Yu Zhen," Lin Fan replied, chest heaving slightly.
"But three more pursuers are closing in fast."
Running at full speed while carrying a living formation Yu Bo, was no small burden.
Lin Fan felt the lightning creeping into his limbs, but the worst state belonged to Yu Bo himself.
He was petrified.
His face was blank, eyes unfocused, every shred of consciousness devoted to sustaining the formation.
Thunderlight crawled across his skin like living veins.
If the formation collapsed.
They would face enemies.
"Shit—!" Lin Fan hissed.
"They're closing in too fast!"
But then his expression shifted glancing at his medallion.
"Haha, they are arriving fast too."
Yu Xuan's signal was approaching.
Lin Fan immediately transmitted his plan through spirit sense.
Yu Xueqing listened and nodded without hesitation.
They stopped.
Abruptly.
