"Could they have caught up again?!"
Ye Chen reacted instantly, hurriedly finding a manhole and diving inside.
Ever since the Immortal Realm had entered the age of loans, every place rich in Immortal Qi had been occupied by major factions. And to maximize their profits, they had built dense clusters of towering buildings there.
With so many people, vast amounts of wastewater were naturally produced, and thus sewers had come into existence.
It was precisely thanks to the sewers that he had managed to hold out this long.
"Can I really still go back!?"
Ye Chen's eyes brimmed with sorrow as he recalled the past hundred years.
Back then, he had led an army of hundreds of thousands and smashed his way into Lingxiao Palace—what a glorious sight that had been. Yet now he had fallen so low that he could only eke out a miserable existence in a sewer where the sun never shone.
What he couldn't understand most was...
Back then, it had taken him only a few months to lead his army from the Eastern Region into the Northern Region; it had also taken only a few months to flee from the Northern Region into the South Region while being pursued by Lingxiao Immortal Emperor;
But why had it taken him a hundred years to get from the South Region back to the Eastern Region, and he still hadn't made it!?
Every time he finally reached the southeastern border and prepared to break through the checkpoint and return to the Immortal Alliance, the God of War Hall's patrols would somehow spot him, then force him all the way back into the South Region.
After that came an endless manhunt, and only by hiding in the sewers could he shake off his pursuers.
Fortunately, the sewers lay beneath