Carrying a pack on his back, Ji Yang had approached the area that had been hit by a mountain flood.
He broke a dry branch in his hands into segments and then rushed out.
His speed was astonishing, leaping onto a stone in one bound. The next time he leapt, he landed on an outcropping of ground, and at that moment, he threw a segment of the dry branch, hitting a patch of mud.
There was no foothold in that place, but the segment of the dry branch became one.
Ji Yang had stepped over the dry branch and had already left that area, then with a leap, he landed on another stone.
At this point, Ji Yang stood there, catching his breath.
After a while, Ji Yang ran again, continuously crossing several spots.
These spots consisted not only of protruding solid ground but also some trees and rocks.
At these locations, Ji Yang stepped and passed without missing a beat.
