In vast mountain ranges, three figures were traveling at high speed. They were Lin Haotian, Jiang Jian, and Ping'an. All three of them had suffered varying degrees of injuries and were in a sorry state.
Behind them were torrential flames that drowned the mountain ranges behind them with an aura that could devour the world. The scorching heat even distorted space.
"Damn it, I knew it. How could a One Grotto-heaven realm ferocious beast live alone? I didn't expect it to be a youngling!"
Jiang Jian gritted his teeth. He tightly held the three-pointed double-edged sword and continuously dodged the trees along the way.
Lin Haotian said helplessly, "Who knew that such a powerful and huge fellow was only a youngling? We've indeed suffered a setback."
"This is my idea. Run first, I'll restrain it!"
