At the sight before him,
Wazai's scalp went numb.
This was—the Ash Guide?
It had actually followed him here?
Wazai's heart skipped a beat. Before coming here, the top Prison Players had discussed this potential enemy, but when it truly appeared, the shock was still unavoidable.
"You damned—remnants of the old age—who dream of rekindling the rotten world—"
The Ashes Fallen Fire User had completely crawled out of the corruption. He stared fixedly at Wazai, his eyes filled with utter hatred, as though Wazai had slaughtered his entire family.
"—I will never allow you to rekindle that disgusting old world—"
"Today—I will let you—"
"DIE HERE!"
The Ashes Fallen Fire User let out a terrifying roar. Foul breath and rotting fluid sprayed everywhere as he lunged at Wazai at incredible speed, carrying a terrifying, all-or-nothing ferocity.
Wazai pulled several ordinary spears and javelins from his inventory and hurled them out, trying to hinder the pursuit.
Yet the Ashes Fallen Fire User did not even bother to dodge. He let the weapons pierce his body, his wounds rapidly healing without affecting him in the slightest.
Meanwhile, the weapons Wazai had thrown were swiftly corrupted, turning into puddles of sludge.
Unwilling to give up, Wazai tried several ranged combat skills, but they still could not halt the enemy's advance.
"Oh, come on! I ran into this thing the moment I got here!"
No, he could not deal with the power of Ashes. Running came first!
Wazai was out of options. This thing wielded the power of corruption, and he alone could hardly handle it. A direct fight would likely end only in defeat, so he had no choice but to make a tactical retreat.
Fortunately, the Ashes Fallen Fire User did not seem to have any advantage in speed. Once Wazai started