"Roland, really, usually you can't tell he's so impatient, why is he acting so out of character today."
The Blade Warrior finds it hard to catch up with Roland, complaining while surreptitiously glancing at Feng Yi, who speaks little. Roland's presence is unfelt; he must have left them dozens of kilometers behind.
Distant thunder rolls across the sky, dust billows from the ground, and in a breath's time, who knows how many times Roland has clashed with Hasten Ressenbor... Zhang Xiaobo's eyes can't keep up with their movements, all that's left is the whistling sound of wind rushing in and out of his ears.
This... what level of battle is this damn thing? Bursts of shock waves rain down, causing the ground to tremble several times, nearly toppling Zhang Xiaobo, who can only try to find some rocks to hide behind.
