As it turned out, the Sin Seeker wasn't all that persistent.
When Fu Qian stood beneath the slanted wall again, there was nothing behind him.
The one who'd been running away hadn't been doggedly pursued.
That was even more abnormal!
Fu Qian frowned.
He'd been keeping an eye on what was behind him the whole time. The Sin Seeker had chased him for only a few steps before stopping outright.
If the thing had kept its eyes fixed on him, he could have explained it as a sudden change of principle, choosing the nearest target instead.
But now it had simply and decisively given up.
It clearly wasn't going to sit idle. Most likely, it had gone off to trouble someone else.
Even an existence like this, a judge-type, had learned to farm mobs before going after people?
What a sign of the times!
Still marveling, Fu Qian looked up and gauged the angle.
The next moment, he bent forward and crouched, then pushed off hard with his feet. His body shot upward like a cannonball.
When he reached the peak of his jump, he lightly braced a hand against the rock face, then landed steadily on the platform where the statue stood.
Two pairs of wary eyes immediately turned toward him.
Elina and Cross.
Those two were still here.
A quick glance revealed the problem: Cross was sitting against the wall, a massive wound running from his shoulder all the way to his waist.
If it had been any deeper, it would probably have split him in two.
Even now, Cross was on the verge of death and completely incapable of moving.
Threads of dark, shadowy energy streamed from Elina's hands, gathering densely around the wound.
But they were only keeping the blood from flowing any faster. The wound