Zhou Zixing did not know Qian Ying's thoughts, but he understood human nature.
So when the Strange Beasts were about to catch up to them, he immediately became alert.
The Strange Beasts pursued from both sides, overtaking the two of them in a pincer formation. Once they passed them, they would gradually converge toward the middle of the valley and block their path.
Thus, Zhou Zixing and Qian Ying ran close together, both fleeing frantically.
A joke came to mind: when being chased, you did not need to run fast—only faster than your teammate.
Cold sweat emerged all over Zhou Zixing's body. Damn it, why was he so close to Qian Ying? If that old fox made even the slightest move, he might send him straight into the mouths of the Strange Beasts.
No, he had to get away from Qian Ying and widen the distance between them.
It was not that Zhou Zixing did not want to make a move. He knew that he was merely at the Xiantian Second Order, while Qian Ying was at the Xiantian Third Order Peak. If he made any small move, Qian Ying might use it as an excuse to make him stop and feed him to the Strange Beasts.
Therefore, the best method was still to stay away from that old fox.
The two men, each with different thoughts, guarded against one another while trying to shake off the Strange Beasts that had already accelerated. How could they possibly outrun them?
As Qian Ying ran, he saw Zhou Zixing beside him gradually move Away, increasing the distance between them.
An indescribable helplessness rose in his heart. It seemed that his plan to use a little trick and make Zhou Zixing draw the Strange Beasts away was no longer feasible.
He truly had