Gritting Teeth and Moving Forward

At this very moment, Gomodole was clutching a pitch-black object in his hand—it was the hunter's trench coat Weimeng had originally been wearing.

More than half of it had now been burned away, while what remained was stained with flecks of bright red blood.

Lü Zhi and Feilusa turned to survey the scorched ground around them. Finding no figure resembling Weimeng nearby, only a few scattered traces of blood, they immediately descended together to Gomodole's side.

"You let that hunter get away?"

Feilusa asked in astonishment. He had not expected that even after Gomodole had unleashed his power to such an extent, he had still failed to strip that rat-controlling man of his ability to act.

"Hmph! This rat is nowhere near as simple as you two imagine."

Gomodole replied irritably.

"He's got a relic weapon that can cut through space. If I didn't have a way to save my own skin, that bastard would've killed me outright just now."

Feilusa's expression shifted to mild surprise upon hearing this.

"Oh? Cutting space?"

"That young hunter is actually cunning to this extent. He clearly had such a powerful treasure in hand, yet he kept it hidden all this time."

"I was wondering why he hadn't used any other tricks to strike back at us earlier. So he'd been patiently plotting to catch us off guard all along. I wonder—which is stronger, his relic or my armor?"

Gomodole casually tossed the charred, bloodstained trench coat to the ground, then turned to glance at a scattered trail of blood leading toward one side of the valley. With a disdainful sneer, he spoke.

"Heh heh. Too bad the more skilled side is still mine."

"He may have gotten away for now, but that kid's injuries aren't light. He definitely can't have fled far."

"Besides,