The howling wind grazed past his ears, as if blowing out from within the volcano, causing every strand of his hair to stand on end.
In the midst of free-falling, Ye Qiu used the inner walls of the volcano to occasionally slow his descent; he did not want to become a meat pancake before Adam could finish him off. Despite his efforts, he was still hurtling downward at an extreme speed.
Now and then, he caught a glimpse of the dark silhouette above, which was relentlessly pursuing him at unrelenting speed. Ye Qiu thrust the Kusanagi Sword into the volcano's wall half an inch deep and continued gliding downward.
From the mouth of the volcano to the very bottom was at least a thousand meters. In an instant, Ye Qiu felt a wave of heat blasting towards him.
Whew...
