"No! I can't stay here any longer."
Xu Changqing was a decisive man. He turned and ran, moving at incredible speed.
"Dodge left!"
Just as he was about to leave the plaza, Sulu's warning rang out.
Without a second thought, he rolled to the left.
Boom!
A jet of black flame fell from the sky, sweeping over where he had just been and leaving behind a pitch-black scar on the ground.
What was more, countless particles churned within that blackened mark, forming the shape of human faces.
Xu Changqing climbed to his feet expressionlessly and charged out of the plaza without looking back.
Only after running out of the ruins in one breath did he have the leisure to inspect his right arm. The clothing on it had been completely burned away, and large patches of exposed skin were charred black.
Some of the flesh had stretched out on its own, growing into human faces. His arm had lost all feeling, as though it no longer belonged to him.
"Who attacked me just now?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Linfeng. But he didn't pursue you... for now, you're safe. Aside from the bizarre injury on your arm... my advice is to cut off... the whole thing."
Sulu answered calmly. "But not yet... If you leave behind such an obvious cursed medium, I think that True Person will be quite pleased."
Xu Changqing gritted his teeth, ignored the abnormality in his right hand, and rushed into the swamp, sprinting onward.
This poisonous swamp could obstruct the investigative methods of True Persons. Once he had put a considerable distance between himself and the ruins, he was relatively safe.
"You should be safe now... no one particularly cares about you."
Hearing Sulu's words, Xu Changqing drew his dagger and stabbed it into his