Having experienced much, Yu Shangrong merely squinted slightly. He was not affected and pressed forward.
Yu Zhenghai, on the other hand, exclaimed in shock, "The people of Lou Lan!"
Yu Zhenghai obviously recognized the witchcraft spell used by the people of Lou Lan. As Yu Shangrong expected, being sold to Lou Lan and killed by having his heart gouged out were the only things Yu Zhenghai remembered due to the cycle of obsession.
"Hold on tight," Yu Shangrong reminded Yu Zhenghai.
"Mhm."
Yu Shangrong picked up speed. The duo looked like a meteor in the sky.
The purple gas seemed poisonous. Peculiar tendrils extended wildly out from it into the surroundings.
Yu Shangrong was still focused; his eyes were trained up ahead. At the same time, his energy formed a cone-shaped barrier before him. They were slightly leaning forward now as though they were surfing.
"Up ahead." Young Yu Zhenghai had quick reflexes.
