Growth Type

It wasn't just this Night Bandit.

Thief Old Ten was the same before.

He was ready to sell out the Rat Seat, but Fang Yue inexplicably lost control and killed the person.

Now that he had the Rat Seat's whereabouts, and the place was already in chaos, Fang Yue dropped the Night Bandit in his hands and didn't linger.

He bypassed the Night Bandit army and headed straight for the mountain path.

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Free from the shackles of the [Sticky Cotton Anomaly], Fang Yue felt completely at ease. Even the [Anomaly Poison] status on his body had been cleansed by Night's Breath, returning him to his normal state.

As Fang Yue ascended the mountain path...

"You guys, look! That guy!"

It turned out to be the leader of the bandits, who were struggling to deal with the [Sticky Cotton Anomaly], spotting Fang Yue's actions.

"Why is he running... No! Lord Rat Seat is still up there!"

"If something happens to Lord Rat Seat, our chance for the quota will go down the drain!"

"We can't let him go up!"

The matter of the quota hadn't been truly settled yet. Lord Rat Seat had said he would help fight for it after completing this mission, and it was only highly likely to succeed.

But if Lord Rat Seat met with an accident during this mission, the quota matter would naturally come to nothing.

Their expressions changed, and everyone threw down the [Sticky Cotton Anomaly] and chased after Fang Yue. Those with ranged abilities immediately began to interfere, but Fang Yue blocked them all, his speed not diminishing but increasing. Black energy wrapped around his legs as he rushed towards