Half an hour passed in pursuit and flight.
Lin Qing had sprinted nearly a hundred li.
The terrain in the inner reaches of the Ancient Baleful Battlefield grew increasingly complex.
Hills became mountain ridges, and gullies became canyons.
Vegetation grew scarcer, and baleful energy grew denser.
The air reeked of pungent sulfur.
The sand and stones underfoot were dark red, as though they had been soaked in blood.
The pursuers behind him still refused to relent.
Ten zhang. That was the distance between Lin Qing and his pursuers.
From a hundred zhang at the start to ten zhang now, the gap kept shrinking.
No matter how Lin Qing accelerated or changed direction, he could not shake those three men.
The masked man was simply too fast.
He was like a tireless leopard, his jaws locked around his prey's throat, leaving no chance of escape.
Lin Qing could feel his stamina draining rapidly.
His Thunder Escape movement technique required vast amounts of gang force.
With his severe injuries, his gang force recovered nowhere near as quickly as it did at his peak.
The Qi-Burst Pill's medicinal power was already exhausted.
His legs began to weaken. Every landing made his knees tremble, his breathing grew rapid and erratic, the taste of blood thickened in his mouth, and even his vision began to blur.
He knew that if this continued, it was only a matter of time before they caught him.
Another quarter of an hour of running like this would exhaust his stamina.
By then, those three would not even need to attack. He would collapse on his own.
Just then, the terrain ahead changed abruptly.
A bank of thick fog appeared in his vision.
The fog was dense.
It was like the souls of countless dead drifting through the air.
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