The scorching heat of the Demon Flame seared the air, warping the surrounding view.
The tracker's expression changed, and he began retreating rapidly.
As for fighting?
After witnessing the "battle" between Qin Ran and the Burning Marquis, he had completely abandoned any such thoughts.
However, he was still confident in escaping this battle.
After all, he was not alone.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amid the piercing sounds of arrows cutting through the air.
More than a dozen arrows came flying through the air.
Every arrow was sharp, their whistling enough to make one's scalp tingle. Moreover, they followed strange, constantly shifting arcs, making it impossible to truly determine their trajectories.
The arrows seemed... alive.
But what use was that?
Living chicks were still chicks. Before a fierce tiger, they remained utterly incapable of resistance.
Boom!
The Demon Flame gathered in Qin Ran's hand suddenly swelled.
It not only swallowed the incoming arrows but continued onward toward the tracker without losing momentum.
Feeling the intense heat behind him, the tracker's pupils contracted.
The threat of death surged through his mind. At that moment, he could no longer care about appearances. The evasive maneuver he was most skilled at from his usual training came naturally.
Rolling!
Rolling without end!
Like a loach burrowing into mud, the tracker dodged the incoming Demon Flame.
But...
The tracker did not dodge Qin Ran's foot.
While rolling, he saw the boot before his eyes.
Then, an overwhelming force landed on his back.
Not wanting his spine crushed, the tracker immediately cooperated and stopped struggling.
"Lord 2567, I mean no harm!"
"I have news of Lord Stanbeck!"
That was what he shouted.
However, those words did not move Qin Ran.
Crack.
Amid the crisp sound of breaking bone.
Qin Ran crushed the tracker's spine beneath his foot, pulverizing