Although the fatty looked corpulent and had a very strange running form, his speed was anything but ordinary, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him. It was hard to imagine that a man weighing over three hundred pounds could run so fast! Moreover, judging from the aura he was exuding, this guy was actually a Tier Eight Spirit General!
Shen Haoran glanced back at the relentlessly pursuing Dark Demon Tiger and felt a sudden urge to curse. The beast seemed to have mistaken him for the fatty's accomplice and had no intention of letting him go. 'Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time!'
Shen Haoran cursed inwardly and sped up again, catching up to the fatty ahead.
Suddenly finding someone beside him, the fatty turned his head and actually greeted Shen Haoran, "Hey, Brother! What a coincidence, we meet again!"
