PANT! PANT!
Dormalid was panting heavily, half from exhaustion, half from fear.
Feeling the sharp, prickly sensation like daggers at his back, he couldn't help but panic.
"He's so fast! Is he actually going to catch up already?!" he thought.
Gritting his teeth, he forced his speed up another notch, maintaining the distance between them within a certain range. However, he knew this burst of speed wouldn't last long. Soon, his pace would drop again.
Still, at this speed, it wouldn't take long to reach the location Bing Zhiyue had given him. Once there, the reinforcements waiting in ambush could help him out of this predicament.
"Not far now, just a little further..."
His face contorted, having exhausted every ounce of his strength. But even so, the distance between him and Zhou Yuanjue continued to close. At this rate, he likely wouldn't make it to the ambush zone.
