The silver light shuttle transformed into a burning streak of silver light, tearing through the thick air above the Yin Sha Swamp like a meteor. Its speed reached the extreme, even leaving a long trail of silver flames behind it.
Fang Hao poured all his spiritual power into the core of the shuttle without reservation, not even hesitating to damage the Origin of the silver light shuttle, all just to escape that terrifying region as quickly as possible.
The earth-shattering, terrifying roar and the vast pressure that could freeze the Soul seemed to still echo in his ears.
He did not know what had happened deep within the Ghost Cry Forest, nor did he know why the red-robed old man had not pursued him, but he was clear that whatever that existence was, it was definitely not something he could contend with at his current level.
