At the other end of the battlefield, Gai Shuhe was sprinting at full speed, the air shoved aside around him and a trail of thunderous booms left in his wake.
From beginning to end, he had never intended to go up against the Fighters of Great Shun. He could join a fight when victory was assured, but if the advantage was not overwhelming, he would leave early.
The Gai Clan had long possessed everything others coveted. No amount of merit would do him any good, and he lacked no cultivation resources, so why risk his life on the front lines? The moment he saw Su Kuo fail, he withdrew more decisively than anyone else on the field.
Yet Zalnik and his companion remained in their normal forms behind him, dogging his heels like a tail. He had tried several times to shake them off without success. The two seemed utterly fixed on him.
Though Zalnik and his companion looked savage, both were the warriors most skilled at tracking and hunting in their respective tribes. Otherwise, they would not have been the ones to track down Agala's Son back then.
Both showed tremendous patience as they pursued Gai Shuhe. Even when he hid within an Esoteric Ritual and briefly left them behind, they caught up again after a while, as though following his scent.
Gai Shuhe realized he was in trouble. He had already left the army's formation behind, and there would be no more Esoteric Rituals to hinder them farther out. Fortunately, he only had to hold out until nightfall. The nights in the Convergence Zone put his opponents at a severe disadvantage, and he would be able to escape then.
A little farther on, he whistled, and a fine horse came galloping toward him. He immediately swung onto its