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With a rumbling noise, a path cut straight through the northern expanse of the vast mountain forest, startling innumerable birds into flight.
Yan Shijun was fleeing ahead.
Yang Ge was pursuing behind.
The one fleeing had nearly run himself to death, gasping for air.
The one in pursuit, however, was chasing as leisurely as a walk in the park, not even breathing heavily.
Actually, if Yang Ge had truly set his mind to catching up and chopping Yan Shijun to pieces, he could have caught up with the man.
Even though he was less familiar with this mountain forest than Yan Shijun, what flies in the sky is always faster than what runs on the ground...
Yan Shijun's aura was so intense it was like a flame in oil, making him as obvious as beacons and smoke signals in the wilderness, so there was no possibility of losing track of him.