Gao Yuan raced across the desert with lightning speed.
Apart from an initial cry of surprise, Ashraf followed with a continuous shout; Gao Yuan couldn't understand him anyway, so he simply pretended not to hear.
Eventually, Ashraf gave up resisting and tried to adjust his carried posture, otherwise, he would have been jolted too much.
Gao Yuan cooperated with Ashraf's adjustments, and then he began to run in a general direction; he could faintly hear gunfire, and the sounds of explosions were even more apparent. Gao Yuan had no other choice but to run towards the source of the sounds.
For Gao Yuan, ten kilometers was a very short distance, and twenty kilometers was merely a warm-up. His physical condition was so extraordinary that, after a full meal, distance was merely a noun representing the required time, and had little to do with the consumption of his strength.
A regular person would be left panting after a thirty-kilometer sprint, but Gao Yuan hardly even sweated.