Why had his treasure-hunting instinct been triggered at a time like this? Dark Night Rose members might be lying in ambush nearby. Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly bade the shopkeeper aunt goodbye and rushed out of the convenience store.
There had to be Night Wanderers among the Dark Night Rose members. If Little Doubi ran into them, he'd be utterly screwed.
Cars occasionally sped through the empty, silent streets, but they seemed unable to see the fierce battle taking place at the school. Many windows in the nearby residential buildings were lit as well.
There were countless night owls in a big city, yet no one was drawn by the battle at the school.
After leaving the convenience store, Zhang Yuanqing followed Little Doubi from a distance along the roadside.
The Infant Spirit crawled to an intersection, raised its sparsely haired head, looked left, sniffed right, and finally identified a direction. Lowering its head, it crawled swiftly onward.
Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to quicken his pace, following neither too closely nor too far away.
The Grand Protector, wrapped in a black robe, surveyed the lush forest around him and said hoarsely:
"Zoo Projection, you old bastard, have you finally used that rule-type item?"
Curly Teddy sat atop a towering tree, gazing down with profound eyes.
"A level-seven Day Wanderer—there aren't many even in the Taiyi Sect. I've memorized your aura. If you're not from the Taiyi Sect, then so be it. But if you are... heh, your time to die has come."
As the two spoke, Fu Qingyang dragged a white afterimage behind him, crossing dozens of meters through sheer physical force to arrive behind Black Impermanence.
The Fu Family's young master wore a cold expression, like an emotionless assassin, as he raised the Bronze Eight-Direction Sword in his hand.