Zhang Yang sprinted with all his might, quickly arriving at the location where the gunshots had originated. From a distance, he could see several vehicles scattered across the grassland; some were already stopped, while others were still pursuing a white speck ahead.

This discovery sent a slight jolt through Zhang Yang; he had finally caught up. Continuing his rapid forward momentum, he soon reached the first parked vehicle.

This one was in worse shape than the previous two, having been kicked so hard it had tumbled over, rendering the entire car scrap. Beside the wreck lay two injured men.

One of them, a young man, stared at Zhang Yang in stark terror. These two weren't gravely wounded, merely unable to continue the pursuit of the wild horse, so they waited behind.

The man watching Zhang Yang felt only a gust of wind pass, and suddenly, another young man appeared before him. Zhang Yang gave them only a fleeting glance before surging forward once more.

He didn't stop to inquire, nor was it necessary; he knew he would understand the situation once he caught up with the cars ahead and the Spirit Beast Horse. There was no time to waste here.

“Brother, Brother, did you see that just now?” Watching Zhang Yang vanish like a gust of wind, the young man nervously nudged the person beside him. The man next to him was struggling to light a cigarette, his lighter failing repeatedly.

“See what?” The one called 'Brother' was extremely impatient. He looked up, his head wrapped in a bandage—he had been injured during the earlier chase of the wild horse, and now, unable to smoke, he was thoroughly miserable.

“Someone! He was so fast, covered such a distance in an instant, faster than even our cars!” The man gestured wildly, trying to describe Zhang Yang’s speed.

He couldn't think of any good descriptors, so he defaulted to comparing him to a vehicle. “A person?

Where is there a person? How can a person be faster than a car?

Stop talking nonsense, hurry and help me look—see if you have a light on you!” The Brother impatiently smacked the other man. Cravings were agonizing enough; being unable to smoke was even worse.

“I swear, that person was incredibly fast, even faster than the wild horse we were chasing!” The younger man grew agitated and reiterated his point. The comparison to a car wasn't working, so he reverted to the memory of the wild horse—that horse was already blindingly fast; they couldn't catch it even with the accelerator floored.

“Don’t be crazy. Find me a light, now!

Not even a world champion could outrun that horse. Besides, who is even out here?

Who is here!” The Brother roared in anger, completely disbelieving the young man’s claims. Seeing the other man paralyzed, he began rummaging through the younger man’s pockets himself, searching for a source of flame.

The young man looked up, about to argue, but immediately froze, his mouth dropping open in stunned silence. Another gust of wind, and another young man was now standing before their car, having stopped there.

Long Feng had caught up. Seeing the damaged vehicle, he halted too.

The shadow of the white horse was now completely out of sight ahead. He shot a questioning look toward the young man staring at him.

The young man seemed to understand what Long Feng was asking and extended his hand, pointing in the direction Zhang Yang had disappeared. Long Feng nodded once, then swiftly pursued, his figure vanishing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

The young man stared vacantly in the direction he left, his mouth hanging open for a long time. “You little brat!

Why didn’t you give me the lighter when you had it? You made me search everywhere!” The Brother finally looked up, satisfied, holding a lighter in his hand.

He lit his cigarette with gusto and took a deep drag, savoring the moment immensely. The young man turned his stiff neck and then held up two fingers.

“Brother, Supermen. Two!” Smack!

The Brother immediately smacked the young man’s head, muttering curses, “You idiot! Supermen?

I think that wild horse scared you senseless. I’m definitely taking you to a mental hospital when we get back!” Setting aside the unfortunate young man stunned by Zhang Yang and Long Feng, Zhang Yang had, by this time, caught up to the convoy and finally saw the Spirit Beast Horse.

There were now nearly a dozen vehicles chasing the Spirit Beast Horse, many of them still firing their weapons. Along the way, quite a few vehicles had been destroyed or abandoned by the Spirit Beast Horse, and dozens of people were injured.

This group of poachers was quite substantial; Zhang Yang estimated there were nearly a hundred people either chasing or left behind. He found it hard to comprehend that a single wild horse could attract so many people.

This was because Zhang Yang was unaware of the wild horse’s true value. A truly extinct species of wild horse was an unparalleled treasure, comparable to the Giant Panda; this particular specimen was also exceptionally beautiful, ensuring it would fetch an exorbitant price if captured.

This was the true reason these people were relentlessly pursuing it. “Jee-jee-jee!” “Ziz-ziz-ziz!” Lightning and Shadow both cried out.

The two little creatures leaped down from Zhang Yang, one in front and one behind, and dashed forward quickly. Zhang Yang bolstered his Inner Strength and surged ahead again, reaching the rearmost vehicles.

“Who goes there?” The occupants of the vehicle happened to look back just as Zhang Yang approached. Seeing someone running to keep up with them—their speed on the grassland was seventy to eighty kilometers per hour—they were instantly startled.

Pop-pop! Zhang Yang said nothing.

Two silver needles flew out, puncturing the rear tires of their car. The vehicle immediately decelerated sharply, nearly rolling over onto the grass.

Zhang Yang ignored them and continued to sprint forward. Watching his inhuman figure flash past, the people in the car forgot how to speak, their eyes wide open.

He passed three more vehicles consecutively, bursting the tires of every one. Blowouts at high speed were inherently dangerous, but Zhang Yang couldn't afford to worry about that right now.

If they faced danger, it was their own doing; these were poachers, and teaching them a lesson was fitting. With so many vehicles disabled by Zhang Yang, the number of cars still following the Spirit Beast Horse dwindled.

After Zhang Yang overtook the very front car, only two vehicles remained in pursuit. The occupants of these last two vehicles were clever enough.

Seeing a single person running faster than their cars, they slammed on the brakes and watched Zhang Yang with stunned expressions. Zhang Yang didn't even look back, continuing his run.

He was drawing closer and closer to the Spirit Beast Horse. “Hss~” The white Spirit Beast Horse, less than three hundred meters from Zhang Yang, suddenly looked back, let out a mournful cry, lifted its four hooves high, and instantly bolted away, covering vast ground.

In a blink, it vanished without a trace. Its speed now was significantly greater than before.

Even Lightning and Shadow, who were chasing it, paused momentarily; the Spirit Beast Horse’s speed far exceeded their expectations. “Celestial Horse!” Zhang Yang froze, softly uttering the two words.

Based on that burst of speed, he understood immediately: this Spirit Beast Horse must be the Celestial Horse he suspected; only a Celestial Horse could possess such terrifying velocity. “Chase!” He murmured lightly and continued running forward.

The two little ones resumed their pursuit. Zhang Yang wondered why this Celestial Horse had been moving so slowly before, injuring so many pursuers.

Whether anyone had died, he didn't know. Even if they had, it was natural consequences; a pack of poachers daring to hunt a Spirit Beast clearly didn't know the meaning of death.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was also puzzled. The Celestial Horse’s strength should never allow it to be afraid of these ordinary men, even if they had guns.

Being chased this far was truly strange. The Celestial Horse was running extremely fast.

If Zhang Yang couldn't faintly sense the bursts of its energy, it might have genuinely escaped. Suddenly, Shadow relayed information to Zhang Yang: the Spirit Beast Horse’s speed was decreasing again—the perfect time to press the attack.

The slowdown gave Zhang Yang a significant boost. This was a Celestial Horse, the fastest of all land Spirit Beasts.

If it truly pushed its limit, Zhang Yang might not catch it. Once it exceeded the range of his and Shadow’s perception, finding it again would be difficult.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang finally saw the white shadow again. He channeled his Inner Strength and increased his pace, surging toward it once more.

The Celestial Horse also detected Zhang Yang relentlessly following. It let out another mournful cry, its four hooves pushing off in a surge like a streak of white light, disappearing toward the horizon in an instant.

That momentary burst of speed made even Zhang Yang gasp in awe. He figured even modern high-speed bullet trains couldn't match this instantaneous velocity; it was simply terrifying.

He rallied his spirit and gave chase again. Fortunately, not long after, Shadow sent another update: the Celestial Horse’s speed had dropped once more; it hadn't managed to shake them off.

Zhang Yang maintained a tight pursuit, making Long Feng, who was following behind, seem somewhat helpless. After Zhang Yang left him, Long Feng had kept chasing, even passing the initial convoy.

But once he was past the other vehicles, he didn't know which direction to go. The grassland was immense; paths spread in every direction.

A slight miscalculation in direction could mean being very far off, or chasing farther and farther away. Unlike Zhang Yang, he couldn't use Shadow's sensory abilities to locate the Spirit Beast Horse.

After chasing aimlessly for a while, Long Feng could only reluctantly turn back. He realized he couldn't catch up; he might as well return to the vehicle and wait for Zhang Yang.

With so many poachers present, he was also concerned about Long Cheng’s safety. While Long Cheng was formidable, firearms posed a significant threat, and he was alone.

Long Feng slowed considerably on his return journey. He was unaware that on the other side of the grassland, another swift shadow was moving.

This swift shadow belonged to an old man, who wasn't running but seemed to be walking. However, with every step he took, he covered an enormous distance.

His gait was no slower than Zhang Yang’s; in fact, he was moving much faster. As the old man progressed, he muttered to himself, “A Celestial Horse?

How can there be a Celestial Horse here? This is too strange.

This Heaven Horse seems injured and poisoned, otherwise, this boy definitely wouldn't be able to keep up. He truly has good luck!” Setting aside the old man nearby, Zhang Yang was now panting with exertion.

He had been running at full capacity, sustaining his Inner Strength constantly just to barely keep pace with the Celestial Horse, preventing it from breaking away. Zhang Yang noted that the Celestial Horse had accelerated four times in total, meaning four explosive bursts of speed.

Each time, it maintained the high velocity for only a short duration before slowing down, sometimes even stopping altogether. Zhang Yang also observed that the duration of each high-speed run was getting shorter.

The fourth burst lasted less than two minutes before it ceased, as if it lacked the strength to sustain it any longer.