"Brother Luo Bai, run! Stop lusting after those corpses!"
Xu Mu shouted himself hoarse at Fake Luo Bai, his feet moving as though he had wind-and-fire wheels beneath them, racing like the wind.
Luo Bai picked up a few more Storage Rings before finally taking to his heels.
Behind him, Xu Sanniang and the others wished they could grow another pair of legs, fleeing so fast they vanished without a trace.
Farther back, seven or eight hundred people charged after them, brandishing weapons through gritted teeth like ravenous tigers pouncing on prey, shouting as they ran:
"You bastards, stop running! How dare you fish in troubled waters so brazenly!
We're fighting bloody battles up front, while you thieves reap the rewards without lifting a finger and steal every last bit of our loot!"
"You filthy thieves, halt! Leave the Storage Rings behind!"
"That bastard deserves a thousand cuts! He actually dared loot corpses right in front of us!"
"You cancers on society, get the hell back here! Take this!"
"Brothers, after them!"
"..."
A barrage of attacks rained down on Luo Bai, who ran for his life without so much as looking back.
Xu Mu and the others faced only a dozen or so attacks apiece, but hundreds pursued Luo Bai relentlessly. He ran faster and faster, as though his ass were on fire.
They had been furtively gathering resources, never imagining that some bastard was lying on the ground playing dead. The moment Xu Mu reached for his Storage Bag, the man grabbed him.
Their eyes met. Without another word, Xu Mu tried to knock him unconscious, only to discover that the fellow was incredibly powerful.
Despite being at the peak of the Spirit Division Realm, he had been lying there playing dead. The two immediately began exchanging