The once lively main hall now only had Yuan Buyu left, resembling a "lonely old man."
In the vast terrain of Mingjiang Prefecture, Mr. Feng, the Painter, and Zhou Xuan were tearing through with inhuman speed, frantically chasing one another.
"East Third Street, broken tile house—wait, the location changed again—to the clothing store on West River Road."
Right now, Zhou Xuan was nothing more than the Painter's human GPS.
When it came to speed, Mr. Feng was indeed a cut above the rest.
He embodied "Human World No Distance," swifter than even the wind.
After harnessing the Space Law, the Painter's absolute speed matched Mr. Feng's,
but his laws came with fatal flaws. Moving through a separate spatial layer meant he had insufficient control over Mingjiang Prefecture's real-world terrain.
To put it bluntly, he was like a man traveling in mist; no matter how sharp his eyesight, the faint fog clouded his vision. Lacking directional clarity, he couldn't match Mr. Feng's agility.
