Xu Qing and the Captain were currently fleeing madly through the Inkpaint Mountains.4

Their dark red armor was falling apart, and they had ghastly wounds all over their bodies. Many of those wounds were already rotting, and emitted very weak auras. Some of their injuries seemed potentially fatal. One of Xu Qing’s arms wasn’t working, and his belly had a gaping gash in it. The spot over his heart was a mass of mangled flesh, as if something had exploded there. He seemed to be barely clinging to life. The Captain was in similar shape. His worst injury other than the ragged hole near his kidney was a slash to his neck that looked like it had come close to severing his head.1

Clearly, these Nightshades had strong life force; despite their injuries, they were running at top speed. As black blood splashed here and there, their eyes shone with cold determination. It was as if death didn’t mean much to them.0

They were being chased by Sir Mountain-River, Wang Chen, and Duskspirit.0

Kong Xianglong had sped around in a different direction, so it would seem like he had come in response to the signal.0

As Sir Mountain-River and the others gave chase, they pulsed with baleful auras and killing intent. Occasionally they would perform an incantation gesture, causing the fluctuations of magical techniques to roll out.0

Booms rang out constantly. However, Xu Qing and...0