The black silhouette left Xia Fei rather surprised. His sharp intuition was telling him that the person had an extremely high cultivation, which was far more than he could deal with. Hugging the Gilded Greenface tightly, Xia Fei rushed up to the top floor of the fortress and jumped into the sandstorm.
After running some two hundred kilometers, Xia Fei felt that he had thrown his opponent off, so he found a depression to take shelter from the wind and rest.
With his abilities, Xia Fei was more than capable of running all the way back to the Impaler, but the Gilded Greenface in his bosom might be unable to handle it. At excessive speeds, the sand pelting the body became as painful as bullets. Even though Xia Fei had done his best to hold the beast tightly, some of the grains of sand had still managed to get past his defenses and strike the Gilded Greenface, causing it to yowl in pain.