The two men were no amateurs. They were among Gao Shengjie's sharper subordinates. Yet no matter how sharp they were or how well they worked together, they knew they were being toyed with and still couldn't find the slightest trace of their tormentor.
The fear made them increasingly uneasy. There was no doubt about it: they had run into an expert, someone far stronger than they were. In this situation, all they could do was either hold their ground or retreat.
But they weren't in a position to choose either option.
They still had a mission to carry out. If they retreated now, Gao Shengjie would have a hundred ways to make them die when they got back.
Even if Gao Shengjie was willing to forgive them, Xie Chun would make sure they died horribly.
At that thought, the two exchanged a glance. They decided to stop sneaking around and sprinted toward the old house.
Since they couldn't hide and had to join the pincer attack, they had no choice but to charge.
The instant the two turned around and started running, they suddenly felt themselves flying through the air.
No—to be precise, they felt themselves being lifted off the ground. They weren't taking off under their own power. Something behind them had grabbed them and hoisted them up.
They were like kites gone out of control, their bodies no longer obeying them. If they hadn't felt something holding them up, they would have feared they might fall at any moment and land half-paralyzed.
They were rising higher and higher, at least ten meters up—about as high as a four- or five-story building.
If they hit the ground from that height, even as Awakened with tougher, more resilient bodies, there was no guarantee they'd escape serious injury.
The two were