Over the forest.
"Whoosh——!!"
A streak of blue light cut across the night sky, lowering its altitude before flashing a lingering afterimage above the treetops of the forest.
If the speed were slowed down, one could see that this was a two-meter-tall strongman, enveloped in blue flames, even his hair a boiling blue fire.
The lines of the strongman's face were very mechanical, his gaze empty, expressionless.
Yeli Xuanqi stood on the strongman's back like a charioteer, whistling forward as he flew over the forest.
According to the coordinates provided by Mr. Ba, Princess Freya was not far ahead.
He couldn't help but feel excited at the bottom of his eyes; the credit for rescuing Princess Freya was something he'd happily accept.
The main forces were still behind. With his special abilities, it took him just a few seconds to reach this place, which indeed gave him an advantage.
