Braydon Neal knew what outsiders were thinking—he could see through it at a glance.
White Neal didn't understand, but he followed Braydon, jogging along.
The awkward thing was, Braydon was out of breath after running for a while, while White's expression remained normal and her breathing was even.
A man couldn't outrun a girl.
Braydon felt humiliated!
White ended up pulling Braydon along by the hand.
In reality, it was like flying a kite.
White pulled Braydon, and suddenly his speed increased a hundredfold.
Braydon's feet barely touched the ground as he was practically sent flying.
He sighed again, marveling at the tyrannical strength of a demon beast's body!
Smoke billowed behind them.
The giant elephant wasn't attacking; it was fleeing.
Behind it, a pack of black wolves was giving chase.
Wolves hunting elephants—such a scene was indeed rare.
