Liam lost track of his speed. The environment in his eyes became an endlessly retreating canvas that saw an instantaneous succession of trees, but no tunnel vision arrived, prompting him to push himself even further.
The training from the previous night had borne fruit. Despite Erik's sudden attack, Liam's circulation technique had remained active, continuing to refill him with Qi he could use.
And Liam relied on that Qi freely, disregarding any limiting mortal mindset. No amount of speed was too much or dangerous anymore. He urged his body to deplete as much magical energy as it needed, and the process didn't stop there.
The Divine Cult had carved habits into Liam's body, but he also had his upbringing, and the two fused in that heated moment.
When the path forward became too cluttered with trunks, Liam directly leaped, performing an inhuman jump that brought him to a tall branch, only for him to use it to fling himself even further.
