Highway.
A specialized military vehicle sped down the road at maximum speed, racing wildly.
Toll stations along the way had removed all speed bumps, and the roads were under strict martial law wherever this vehicle passed to ensure a smooth journey.
All the way to Cengyan City, there wasn't a single other car on the road.
"Another 20 minutes, hurry, hurry!"
Pan Yizheng was driving the vehicle, eyes sharp as a hawk.
He was still wearing blood-stained clothes, and his saber lay tossed on the passenger seat, its blade coated with a thick layer of blood, making the cabin reek of iron.
Twenty minutes ago, Pan Yizheng was still fervently fighting on the battlefield.
Just as he was about to take down a Grandmaster from the Palm Eye Race, he was suddenly called back urgently by Grand General Mu Jingliang of the Military Department.
Despite a tinge of regret, military orders are absolute; Pan Yizheng dared not delay, especially as this was a highest-level recall from the General.
