Demon Race Pursuit (2)

"Miss, let's go faster. We can't let them catch up," Ōtsutsuki Keiko urged fearfully.

"Keiko, with Old Tong here, there won't be any problems."

Listening to the chaotic discussion in the public chat group, he grew annoyed and merely said, "Pick up the pace. Don't fall behind."

"Shouldn't we rendezvous with the group that might be our clansmen? It would be safer to return to Pusino Star that way."

An Ōtsutsuki finally dared to ask, "Lord Tongshi, are we really not going?"

It was like holding a press conference, with a crowd of reporters below hounding him with their own questions, mixed in with a few idiotic ones.

Ōtsutsuki Gangshiki had already started cursing inwardly. If you want to go, then go. Just don't die too horribly. You still can't see the situation for what it is?

Ōtsutsuki Gangshiki sped up a little and closely followed Ōtsutsuki Tongshi at the front of the group.

"Lord Tongshi, my younger sister can barely keep up. Can we slow down a little?"

"Yeah, accelerating to near-light speed like this is too exhausting."

The weaker Ōtsutsuki were already gritting their teeth and struggling to endure.

At the rear of the group was a pair of Ōtsutsuki siblings who looked alike. The female Ōtsutsuki was rather pretty, with delicate features.

"Damn it, you trash! If you don't want to die, hurry up!!"

Ōtsutsuki Gangshiki had long since lost patience with the noise in the group.

At first, she had expressed disbelief. But after vaguely spotting figures chasing them from behind, she recalled what her clansmen had said: the demon race was bloodthirsty and murderous, and the flesh and blood of the Ōtsutsuki clan was especially nourishing to them.

Under the effects of fear, immense psychological pressure built up. She could no longer maintain her usual