Jiaoqiu said, "Once news of Cloudford Prison gets out, the Cloud Knights will seal off every port. Do you think you escaped the prison? In truth, you're still trapped in Luofu's cage."
"Bastard!" Modu grew anxious and turned to Hulei. "Lord Hulei, please allow me to kill him immediately! I guarantee the Starcraft sent to pick us up will arrive soon!"
"Right now, all of Luofu's attention is focused on that stupid Martial Exhibition. This is our best chance to escape Luofu!"
"Chance?" At last, Hulei spoke.
Yet his voice was filled with profound disdain.
Disdain for the "chance" Modu had mentioned.
"Return to that feeble hunting pack that can never rise again, be manipulated by that ridiculous false prophet, and become a banner she clutches in her hand, waving it around while shouting?"
"Her plan is riddled with holes. The path she prepared for you leads only to flight and death."
There was not the slightest hint of disappointment in his tone, nor did he seem to blame Modu in the least.
There was only deep despair in his eyes.
That was right—despair. He could not see the slightest possibility of escape.
On one side were that so-called prophet's schemes; on the other... the Xianzhou's three generals.
What was he supposed to use to run?
Even so, he remained incomparably calm.
The players were genuinely stunned now. From only a few scattered details, they had realized that the so-called prophet was merely using the Buli Ren to bring chaos to the Xianzhou.
At the same time, Hulei had analyzed the desperate situation they were currently in.
And Hulei's next move further highlighted the qualities of a true warlord within him.
"Jiaoqiu, since you say the Cloud Knights will seal the ports, I'll let you go see the port with