Jiang Lan looked at the youth, at the power ripples, and at the people chasing after him.
Heavenly Human Race.
A destined enemy of his.
However, Jiang Lan didn't care about these things and started analyzing the situation instead.
"The Celestial Immortals are quite far away. It's just mainly the aftershocks from the clashes between Heaven Immortals.
There is not a single Heaven Immortal in pursuit, and they are restricted by other Heaven Immortals. As long as the youth can continue running, there is nothing to worry about.
As long as he does not stop, he will not die.
This meant that the innkeeper was most likely watching.
But I can't be sure.
But if I want the youth to escape, I can't give the Celestial Immortals time to react.
Otherwise, the youth will be in absolute danger. With my current strength, there's no way I can protect him."
Without any hesitation, Jiang Lan extended his hand and began to exert his influence.
He couldn't think for long.
Firstly, the youth could not last much longer.
Secondly, he might be discovered. He needed to put away the Mountain Sea Mirror before he was discovered.
He had to end this quickly.
The youth walked with difficulty. The people behind him were about to catch up.
"His speed has completely slowed down. Let's kill him and bring him back to the Heavenly Feather Phoenix Race. This way, we can prevent any accidents from happening."
The heavenly humans began to approach the youth, as if it wouldn't be long before they completely arrived at his side.
At that time, it would be an absolute crisis for the youth.
"Is it useless?" The youth felt exhausted and his steps were heavy.
"Foolish dragon, you are indeed teasing me."
The youth felt that he had to settle scores with the Eighth Prince when he had the chance.
Unfortunately, he couldn't run anymore.
Just as he was thinking about it.
All of a sudden, it was as if an invisible hand was placed on his shoulder. Following that, a surge of energy began to flow into his body.
For a moment, he felt much lighter.
What was going on?
While he was puzzled, a voice entered his mind.
"Run, use all your strength. The faster you run, the more I can help you."
The voice was indistinguishable, but the youth was stunned.
He knew the source of the power.
The Eighth Prince had not lied to him. The Fist God could really help him.
He did not know what price he had to pay, but the youth did not hesitate.
A new hope ignited in his heart.
The faster he ran, the safer he would be.
But right now, the burden on his body was too heavy. He needed to pay a huge price to start running.
At that moment, the young man clenched his teeth tightly. The blood in his body started to circulate rapidly and even showed signs of boiling.
The teenager shouted in his heart.
At the same time, he let out a roar.
His blood boiled to his feet. At that moment, he was filled with strength as he raised his leg.
The moment he stepped on the ground, he disappeared.
Like a beam of light, he quickly crossed the battlefield.
The heavenly humans that were about to catch up were stunned. They were a bit confused.
How could a human youth that was clearly no longer able to make it explode with such terrifying strength?
And this speed was like a beam of light.
It was impossible to capture.
They knew that they could no longer keep up. They could only hope that some of their fellow race members could catch up and stop him.
Indeed, there were some Celestial Immortals who were intercepting the youth.
Only those few could escape the restraints of the battle.
Furthermore, they had just escaped and only had a few moments to act.
At this moment, the youth ran forward with all his might. His body was making sounds, and his blood was boiling.
His body seemed to be on fire.
But he could feel himself running fast.
If he was given some more time, he could return to Wutong Mountain.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had long surpassed his limits as he ran. His body was under immense pressure.
This pressure could shatter his body.
Pain shot through him.
The pain was unbearable.
But he did not stop. He gritted his teeth and increased his speed. Even if his bones were broken, he could still run.
He wouldn't stop.
Another roar rang out, and the youth sped up a little.
Blood oozed out of his face.
Blood dripped onto Hong Ya's face.
Hong Ya's eyes seemed to move, but she could not open them.
The blood from the youth's facial features was equivalent to his final effort. He was like a ray of light crossing the battlefield.
It caught everyone off guard. He was too fast.
There was no time to react.
The Heaven Immortal in front finally arrived in front of the youth.
A powerful force seemed to stop the young man.
"Don't stop. Keep running."
Jiang Lan's voice rang out in the youth's mind. However, Jiang Lan was surprised to find that the youth wasn't listening at all.
He seemed to have lost consciousness.
Such strong willpower.
It was only at this moment that Jiang Lan realized that the youth was somewhat amazing.
At the same time, a shadow appeared around the young man, like a bull that was running.
A cow that could crush mountains and rivers and break through space.
Facing a Heaven Immortal, the youth directly rushed over without any hesitation.
Only Jiang Lan knew that the youth was merely acting on instinct.
A bull cry sounded. The youth collided with Celestial Immortal.
A powerful collision sound rang out. The heavenly human that was blocking the youth was directly sent flying.
No one could stop him.
The light pierced through the darkness and returned to the light.
The young man carried Hong Ya and crossed the battlefield to the safety of Wutong Mountain.
Everyone looked at him in shock.
The moment he returned, the young man collapsed.
However, the repercussions from his run were still there. The moment he fell, he rolled away. Hong Ya also rolled to the side.
Unlike Hong Ya, the youth rolled to an old man's feet.
The old man looked at the young man and squatted down. He patted the young man's head and said happily.
"Good, very good. I didn't waste my time accompanying you here."
Then, he looked at Hong Ya.
"It seems that this little girl still has some use."
The innkeeper patted the youth twice, and the youth's injuries began to recover.
He looked up at the sky.
A person appeared in the sky. It was a young man.
The young man looked up at the sky as though a celestial being had descended. The entire battlefield was looking at him.
And on that person's face, there was only calmness.
It was as if everyone below subconsciously felt that this person was superior to them.
The innkeeper didn't feel that way. What bothered him was the direction the man was looking.
Yes, he was looking at Jiang Lan.
The moment the other party saw him, Jiang Lan felt a strong sense of oppression and danger.
When he looked into the other party's eyes, he felt that the other party had a feeling that everything was insignificant.
It was as if no one was more important than him.
However, in that instant, Jiang Lan understood.
The genius from the Heavenly Human Race.
The entire battlefield seemed to be opening up a path for him as an invisible pressure enveloped everyone's hearts.
Experts of the same level were no match for him.
"Leave your name."
A calm voice sounded from the heavenly human's mouth.
It was as if Jiang Lan would not leave so easily if he did not leave his name.