Two Consecutive Battles

In the gloomy, ash-gray jungle, several figures darted rapidly between the trees, fleeing in one direction.

Sweat slid down their ash-covered faces, mixing with the gray grime into muddy filth. Their desperate flight had left every one of them slightly dehydrated.

Their clothes were soaked through. Everything they could abandon—even their weapons—had been thrown away, all to increase their speed and escape the demon that toyed with and slaughtered them at will!

Recalling the horrific state of the companions who had fallen into his hands, the few of them felt fury in their hearts, but even more than that, terror.

That bloody fear relentlessly drove them to flee instinctively toward what they believed was safety.

However, one of them hesitantly spoke up.

"If we flee straight back like this, we'll expose the base and get everyone else killed. Let's change direction!"

Those who volunteered to become the advance force possessed greater integrity in addition to their potential benefits.

"No. This isn't merely a matter of us running for our lives. We have Lord Wei Hai Sword Demon guarding us. With his abilities, he can hide within a concealed Barrier and launch a sudden ambush. There's a good chance he could defeat the enemy in a single strike. That wouldn't merely reduce their strength; it might also leave behind clues we need."

The person fleeing at the front replied without hesitation.

That was his plan, and also the excuse he had found!

The instinct of all living things was to cling to life and fear death. No one was willing to choose death. Once they had a sufficient reason and excuse, they would seize it without hesitation.

Everyone present would subconsciously choose to make use of this excuse.

"Oh? Can speaking in your own language really guarantee secrecy? An ambush, huh?