"We must find the Ancient Dream Saintess as soon as possible!"
Meng Chao was frantic with worry.
He guessed that the Ancient Dream Saintess's trusted guards were surely protecting her as they broke through toward the outer perimeter, trying to find a unit that still maintained order, endure until dawn, and then rally their forces anew.
But they would not find one.
Judging from the beast-devouring-beast cries of battle coming from every direction, the dozens of camps guarding the supreme command center had already become a pot of hot porridge laced with poison.
No matter where she fled, what awaited the Ancient Dream Saintess would be crazed, berserk soldiers and assassins remotely controlled by "Jackal" Kanus.
The four Origin Warriors had already tasted the sweetness of blood.
Until they severed the Ancient Dream Saintess's head or burned away their very last cell, they would never abandon the slaughter.
"But which direction did the Ancient Dream Saintess flee in?"
Meng Chao furrowed his brow deeply. His eyes shone as he scanned the chaotic, blood-soaked footprints at the fork ahead.
It was a four-way intersection.
The path to the left led into a dense forest, the path to the right led to a swamp, while straight ahead lay layer upon layer of mountains.
Logically speaking, the Ancient Dream Saintess and her party were more likely to have fled deep into the mountains and forests.
But they might also have done the opposite, concealing themselves deep within the forest or swamp.
In any case, Meng Chao found plenty of footprints, hair, and bloodstains along all three paths.
The bloodstains were all quite fresh, still carrying the warmth of life. They had likely only recently flowed from their bodies and had yet to congeal.
It seemed that the Ancient Dream Saintess's people had split