Bottleneck, Bottleneck!

Braydon Neal knew what outsiders were thinking—he could see through it at a glance. 

White Neal didn't understand, but he followed Braydon, jogging along. 

The awkward thing was, Braydon was out of breath after running for a while, while White's expression remained normal and her breathing was even. 

A man couldn't outrun a girl. 

Braydon felt humiliated!

White ended up pulling Braydon along by the hand. 

In reality, it was like flying a kite. 

White pulled Braydon, and suddenly his speed increased a hundredfold. 

Braydon's feet barely touched the ground as he was practically sent flying. 

He sighed again, marveling at the tyrannical strength of a demon beast's body!

Smoke billowed behind them. 

The giant elephant wasn't attacking; it was fleeing. 

Behind it, a pack of black wolves was giving chase. 

Wolves hunting elephants—such a scene was indeed rare.