"Rustle rustle!"
The sound of footsteps fell like rain. Dense branches and leaves slapped against his body as he moved at high speed, sending a faint sting across his skin.
Xia Nan hurried through the underbrush, the Halfling half a step behind, trailing after him.
Ahead, Tim, now completely turned into an undead, moved with stiff motions as he advanced, like a marionette, nowhere near as smooth as a normal human in motion.
He was driving his body forward purely with physical strength, each step stamping a deep footprint into the soft ground.
On top of that, the blazing, brilliant sunlight overhead made him seem, compared with that night, as if both legs had sunk into water. His overall speed was more than a beat slower.
In Xia Nan's line of sight, the distance between them was closing at a pace almost visible to the naked eye.
Out of the corner of his eye, a flash of silvery-white light suddenly passed.
"That Robin again?"
The thought flashed through his mind.
"How many times has this been?"
Ever since he had arrived in Kalanfu'er, this Robin with its strange silver feathers had been noticed by him no fewer than three times.
It was as if there were something on him that he did not know about, invisibly attracting this oddly behaving bird.
The flapping of wings suddenly sounded in the air.
The Robin beat its wings and slowed, its two tiny talons landing on a nearby treetop.
At the same time, not far ahead, Tim, who was about to be caught by Xia Nan and the others, actually stopped as well.
Xia Nan instantly gathered his focus.
He slowed his pace and kept a certain distance from the enemy.
Xia Nan gripped the scorching-hot sword hilt tightly, his eyes fixed hard