"storm, hurry up!" leng rongrong urged storm.
storm ran even faster, and its wet fur dried up because of its mad running. after drying, its fur became extremely fluffy, making the storm look snow-white in the night, making it look even more like a divine beast.
storm followed behind. although it was also big, it was not as eye-catching as storm.
after all, the storm was completely black.
it blended into the night and almost couldn't be seen.
storm was also running very fast. zhan jun, who was lying on storm's back, was about to cry. he was almost scared to death. this horse had no saddle or reins on its back. he felt that he would be thrown out at any time.
with great difficulty, he grabbed onto rainstorm's mane and lowered his body as much as possible so that he would not be jolted away.
behind them, there was still a big white tiger chasing after them, roaring from time to time.
the scene was so strange and terrifying.
