Your Skills Are Rusty, Have You Forgotten My Identity (1)
Editor: Atlas Studios
In the air, a stream of light almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly stopped.
Zhang Qiyun felt his stomach churning, and he almost vomited.
It was too fast.
Zhang Qiyun was not someone who had no experience in life, but he almost vomited after being carried by Zhou Shu for a while.
Only now did he realize how great the gap between his strength and that of the current experts was.
"His aura has disappeared," Zhou Shu said solemnly.
After chasing for so long, instead of catching up to Zhang San, they lost his aura.
"Zhang Qiyun, when I met you, how long had Zhang San been gone?" Zhou Shu asked.
Zhang Qiyun thought for a moment and replied, "About five minutes."
"Five minutes?" Zhou Shu pondered.
Zhang San was only at the Grotto-Heaven realm. Five minutes was not enough for him to escape.
With his speed, he could easily catch up to even Grotto-Heaven Masters with a ten-minute lead.