"Yangyang, Yangyang must be in front!"
Feng Sheng did not care about Lancelot anymore. He had been moving at a moderate speed in the dark in order to identify the route.
At that moment, Feng Sheng's long legs started running like a sprinter as he dashed forward.
"Did you hear Yangyang's voice just now?"
Lancelot ran for his life after seeing the saint.
He didn't dare to delay any longer and immediately chased after them.
This was a primeval forest, unlike the small forest on the Wei Nation's border.
Once a person was separated, it would not be easy to find them again.
"Luo Yangyang! I told you to stop, did you hear me?"
When Adolf saw Luo Yangyang, he slowed down.
In his opinion, with Luo Yangyang's speed, no matter how fast she ran, she would still be in his pocket.
Feng Sheng heard Adolf's shout clearly.
Now, he was even more certain that Luo Yangyang was right in front of him!
Feng Sheng ran even harder.
