Han Li unveiled his Thunderstorm Wings, flapping them gently. A green and white arc of electricity appeared on the surface of the wings, and with a sudden movement, he turned into a streak of green and white light, shooting out instantly.
The streak of light flickered and spanned seventy to eighty feet in a flash, silently and without a sound, appearing from one end of the sky to the other.
Such a bizarre escape speed was almost comparable to the existence of the Saint Race echelon and could easily outshine anything below the Saint Race level.
Han Li finally began to gradually close in on the two fleeing figures of Liu Shui'er and her companion ahead.
Fortunately, it seemed that all nearby dark beasts were summoned away by the Dark Beast King, so such blatantly flying did not encounter further obstruction from other dark beasts.
After more than an hour, he finally caught up with his targets and could see the figures of the two people from a distance.
