As Han Yu's panic grew he muttered incessantly.
"No, no, not again," he whispered. "I marked the trees before… this time I didn't. I just ran straight. It should be fine. It has to be fine."
But the oppressive atmosphere made him doubt everything.
Then, out of nowhere, a spark of thought flickered in his mind. He had another option.
Han Yu stopped for a brief second and looked down at his halberd. His breathing steadied slightly, and an idea formed.
'I can... try that...' If he could not outrun the danger on foot, he could try to fly.
It was a crazy idea.
Cultivators were not supposed to attempt flight without proper training or supervision, especially not those below the Core Condensation stage. Han Yu had reached the Early Stage of the Core Condensation realm, but he was still new.
Flying with a weapon as a medium required immense spiritual control. He had seen it done by elders, and had even flown behind Senior Sister Xuan Qing, but even she had told him it was risky.
