The speed of that white rainbow was truly too fast, saying it was as swift as lightning wasn't an exaggeration at all.
Yang Xiao was already fast, but compared to that white rainbow, he was insignificant.
Even with Yang Xiao giving chase with all his might, the distance between him and the white rainbow kept increasing; within a few breaths, all he saw was a white line in his vision.
Yang Xiao knew in his heart that catching up to the white rainbow was a fool's dream.
Having no other choice, Yang Xiao could only stop.
The night was so heavy, and he couldn't outpace the white rainbow; he wasn't one to engage in futile efforts.
However, what Yang Xiao didn't expect was that when he stopped the chase, the white rainbow also came to a halt.
The white rainbow, whatever it was, stared at him from a distance of about fifty meters.
In the midst of the night, a pair of glowing green eyes fixated on him, sending a chill down his spine.