Think You Can Run After Showing Off?

Mu Yang, who had already turned back around, looked at the blade before him without even blinking.

The black straight sword vanished from before his eyes in an instant.

Lin Hu retreated ten meters in a flash, the fingers of his right hand gripping the straight sword twitching almost imperceptibly.

That strike had felt as though it had hit unbreakable steel and iron bones rather than flesh and blood.

It reminded Lin Hu of the first time he had faced a Sky-Spire Alien, when he had first landed his weapon on one.

What happened then was nothing like the scene he had imagined of cutting down the Sky-Spire Alien.

Instead, the backlash had nearly made Lin Hu lose his grip on his straight sword, leaving only the faintest of white marks on the Sky-Spire Alien's body.

Later, Lin Hu's blade could cleave a Sky-Spire Alien in two with a single slash.

Yet now, Lin Hu had suddenly returned to the beginning.

Mu Yang lowered his head to look at his wound, took off his shirt, used it as a bandage to cover the wound, and tied it tightly.

It was only a minor injury. He could still fight.

Lin Hu did not attack again. He narrowed his eyes at the white-haired man who had suddenly appeared, his expression uncertain. "White Beast... a Sky-Spire Alien?"

When Dong Mushuang had failed to catch up to Tang Luo and Mu Yang that day, she had naturally returned to the base.

She recounted Tang Luo's matter, causing a huge uproar—within a certain circle, at least.

As for finding Mu Yang, she deliberately kept that hidden.

No one suspected anything, anyway. It was no secret that the White Beast Sky-Spire Alien was searching for Mu Yang.

It was hardly strange for him to abduct Mu