The astral wind howled.
Li Qu stood on his flying Magic Tool, frequently questioning the Musk Dog.
"Woof woof!"
Upon receiving the response from the Musk Dog, Li Qu was immediately relieved, and joy spread across his face.
"Well, he hasn't escaped!"
Upon saying this, he immediately accelerated the infusion of his mana.
However, the speed of his Class II lower-grade flying Magic Tool was inevitably limited, reaching its limit very quickly.
Feeling the frustratingly slow speed, Li Qu couldn't help but curse under his breath.
"This Magic Tool is really holding me back!"
"If I had a Class II upper-grade flying Magic Tool last time, I would have caught that brat long ago!"
"Right, the Magic Tool that brat is probably using must be a Class II upper-grade flying Magic Tool..."
Li Qu couldn't help but work this out secretly in his heart.
