Yang Xiao had never slapped the butt of the Flame Horse with such force before, this was a first!
The Flame Horse was extremely intelligent; had it not been for Yang Xiao, it would have run away long ago and wouldn't have risked dashing over.
With a neigh, the Flame Horse's hooves soared into the air as fiery red flames expanded to their limit, racing like an arrow shot from a bow towards the direction of the Genetic Store.
In mid-air, a massive palm was swiftly descending, darkening the entire sky.
Yang Xiao could even feel the enormous pressure making it hard for him to breathe.
He held Zhi Ruo on the horseback, and at this moment, Zhi Ruo was unconscious, her body limp; Yang Xiao had to firmly embrace her waist to keep her steady.
Yang Xiao's back felt cold; he had already sensed extreme danger.
Within the orange glow, everyone was even more nervous than Yang Xiao, their heartbeats accelerating.
"Mr. Yang, come on, run!"
Monk Ben Yin shouted.
