Casio, naturally, did not advance cautiously step-by-step like a normal person would. He chose to run at an extremely fast speed. Given his physical fitness and reaction speed, Casio could instantly dodge obstacles when running wildly in the forest. Earlier, he was like a shadow, constantly refracting and darting in between tree trunks.
The sound of rushing water hitting the rocks filled the air, generating a rich water vapor.
A few white birds were circling overhead.
Running ahead with an expressionless face, Casio's feet worked like springs, compressing and releasing against the ground. His whole body suddenly shot up over four meters. With a swift insertion of his right hand into a crack in the rocks, he used it to gently push off downwards and rocketed skywards like a shell.
It took him just four steps to deftly land on top of a cliff that was dozens of meters high. The bank of the Mata River still lay ahead, with the vague appearance of a colossal creature nearby.
