The setting sun was like blood, and the desolate grass whispered mournfully.
In the ruins of a shattered city wall, a figure flashed past. The tips of his toes lightly touched the wreckage of the buildings, sending him bounding dozens of meters at a time. When he landed, not a sound was made.
At last, the figure stopped beneath a towering stone wall. It was Zhang Yang, who had lain low for days, struck in a single stroke, and immediately fled hundreds of miles.
But he had not hidden in some deep mountain wilderness. Instead, he had chosen the ruins of a human city near a large settlement of the Mirage Tribe Demons.
The two were less than thirty miles apart. He could even easily smell the sky-punching stench wafting from the demons' settlement.
Being here increased the odds of being discovered by the Mirage Tribe Demons, but at the same time, it made it easier to evade the pursuit of that enraged, berserk Red-Skinned Monster.
Zhang Yang did not know whether the Red-Skinned Monster could identify him as human through the Soul Force Field, but the method by which he released his Soul Force Field to drive the Jade-Transformed Wood Spear's attack could never be concealed.
The moment the Red-Skinned Monster locked onto his Soul Force Field again, it would certainly be able to identify him.
It was precisely because of this that Zhang Yang had made this choice.
Besides that, he had another goal: to try to decipher the Mirage Tribe Demons' language system.
The Great Wei Dynasty had never had the opportunity or ability to understand this centuries-old nemesis. Zhang Yang, as someone who liked to plan before acting and occasionally disguise himself as a reckless brute, naturally would not let this opportunity pass.
After all, although