"Okay."
Frey answered, but Lu Yuan had already taken her wrist and was leading her swiftly forward.
They had only one destination: as far from that colossal shadow as possible, and as far from the site of their recent fight as they could get.
Although he had won that fight decisively, Lu Yuan felt little relief. Those Heretics had caught up with them more than once already, and the next group might arrive even sooner.
As he ran, Lu Yuan thought things over.
Experience is certainly useful, but the Heretics who have shown up so far have all been weaklings. What really concerns me is why they can always find me.
Why do they discover me wherever I go?
Could it be coincidence? Once might be coincidence, but every single time? Something is wrong.
Surely it can't be because someone spotted me? They would need far too many eyes and ears in this world.
But if it isn't informants, what is it? Something that can track my location?
Yet the gray-white text showed no contamination warnings at the moment.
Unable to come up with an explanation, Lu Yuan could only keep running for now.
Besides, unless those Heretics were idiots, they would inevitably discover that he had wiped out another of their squads.
The next Heretics he encountered probably would not be a single squad. There might be a dozen or more.
When that happened, even Lu Yuan would face a bitter fight.
Although Lu Yuan was confident in the strength of his sanity, he could not afford to be careless here in the Land of the Dead Silence, a place filled with danger.
Being cautious could never hurt.
The surrounding fog thickened again, reducing visibility to a few dozen paces. Almost everything beyond that was shrouded completely.
At that