In the dense Iron Forest, Dutton carried Li Gou Dan and ran at full speed. His movements were light and graceful, quite befitting a Wind Walker, but his heart was unbearably heavy...
The dungeon's heating and lighting systems made the entire area outside the dungeon as comfortable and warm as broad daylight, but Dutton could not feel any of it now. The oppressive chill behind him seemed to cut him off from the temperature of the world...
That group of undead... had been following them the whole time!
Their speed was neither fast nor slow. Whenever he sped up, they sped up; whenever he slowed down, they slowed down. Dutton despaired when he realized that shaking those creatures was completely impossible.
And resisting was impossible, too. The only reason they had not attacked was that the monster on his back had not completely lost consciousness. They were waiting patiently, waiting for the wounded beast to lose all will to fight...
"Feng... aren't we attacking yet?"
Among the undead, a tall, slender female undead asked the elf leading them.
"Wait a little longer..." The elf narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully observed the heavily wounded Wind Walker.
His opponent's breathing was extremely weak, and the flow of blood throughout his body had slowed. Although he had stopped the bleeding, he could not maintain a heated state at all times. If they attacked rashly, he would be unable to reach his peak condition immediately.
Someone in a combat-ready state should not look like this. The fact that his opponent was in such a state was most likely unavoidable. After all, with injuries like these, if he continued forcing his blood into a heated state, he probably would not last much longer...
"They've stopped!"
Up ahead, an undead walking alongside the elf suddenly