Gu Ding's coordinates appeared on the map as a golden skull. Judging by the scale of the skull relative to the map, the area it covered spanned dozens of square kilometers.
Thus, once those pursuers entered the area covered by the skull, they had no way of pinpointing Gu Ding's exact location and could only search with their eyes.
Yet on Gu Ding's map, the coordinate points of everyone nearby were displayed clearly. This gave him the advantage at close range.
He had spotted the first wave of attackers long ago. There were only eleven of them in total.
If they had been enemies fighting to the death, he certainly would not have chosen to hide or flee in such a situation. He would have faced them head-on and killed them all. But most of the people pursuing him now were only here for a chance at a spot on the Main Plane. They had come with a gambler's hope and held no killing intent toward him. Faced with people like that, Gu Ding found it difficult to kill them. Left with no choice, he could only evade them.
Gu Ding crouched low in the grass, watching the direction those pursuers were heading on the map. The corner of his mouth curled upward slightly.
After a while, waves of beastly howls came from afar, accompanied by the miserable screams of the attackers.
Soon afterward, several dots on the map fled rapidly into the distance, while Gu Ding hid in the grass and secretly chuckled.
Naturally, Gu Ding had orchestrated all of this. The map had already marked the territories of all sorts of Demonic Beasts, and there had originally been no Demonic Beasts in the direction those pursuers had gone. Gu Ding had merely used a few tricks, simulating the