Tens of thousands of kilometers away, in East City District, the undead team that claimed to be the Ninth King's retainers had tracked their target to the outskirts, their expressions grim.
The Wind Walkers' basic abilities in tracking and counter-tracking were indeed impressive. Their trails could only be located with special potions from an alchemist, combined with arcane methods.
But this method was extremely time-consuming. Every few kilometers, they had to reapply the potion and use the particularly exhausting material-retracing method from the arcane arts! More importantly, they were undead. The Living Realm—especially this Ancient Land—was highly hostile to them. They had to corrupt the area before they could use their magic, which made them even slower and tracking them incredibly troublesome.
More than half a day had passed, and they were still in pursuit. Their opponents were moving quickly, heading straight toward the center of the city. This made the undead's expressions turn even uglier.
"Feng," the female undead in the group said in a low voice, "if this continues, we'll probably chase them all the way to the City Center."
"Mm." The undead at the head of the group nodded heavily.
According to their original mission, they were supposed to drive the high school teams toward the City Center and even guide them into unlocking the seals on those Divine Fire Shards.
But the situation had changed. The Wind Walker Academy had produced a formidable fighter who had killed their captain outright. The Ninth Kings Team had suffered a major loss and needed a replacement!
And this gravely injured Wind Walker was the best candidate.
The Undead Hall was a place of fierce competition. The competition among the retainers under the Ten Kings was even more brutal. They had paid an enormous price to reach where they were,