Elsewhere, the two Speed Type awakened were still fleeing at full speed. They quickly left the Lizardman Tribe behind and reached a valley.
Several humans were hiding there, keeping a wary watch in another direction.
The young man leading them was Wang Cheng. As the founder of the White-Clad Order, he wore a distinctive outfit, half black and half white.
White not only signified rank within the order, but more importantly, made it easy to tell enemies from allies when they went to the Outer City to burn, kill, and plunder.
"Brother Cheng!"
The awakened called out, urgency in his eyes. "Our plan to rescue people from the Lizardfolk failed! Even Sister Xuan and Brother Yan got caught!"
"What? How did that happen?"
Wang Cheng frowned. After so much slaughter and bloodshed, he exuded a cold menace.
The two Speed Type awakened recounted everything that had just happened in detail, including the strange runes that had ultimately brought about their bitter defeat.
"Now we're in trouble."
Wang Cheng glanced toward the Lizardman Tribe, then looked off into the distance in another direction.
Originally, he had led the White-Clad Order's followers along the fringes of the Alien Continent, but Human Civilization had sent experts from the Inner City to hunt them down.
Left with no choice, they had ventured deeper and deeper.
Those Inner City experts were still tracking them and would soon arrive to kill them. Yet the Lizardman Tribe stood on the other side. With danger ahead and behind, they were trapped in an impossible predicament.
"Brother Cheng, why don't we go around the Lizardman Tribe?" someone suggested.
"I'm afraid it's already too late."
Wang Cheng's gaze grew grave.
Lizardmen had a keen sense of smell, and there was more than one tribe. Their settlements were spread across a