"Holy crap, when is this tracking hunt finally going to start?
It's got me on edge, like there's a sharp blade hanging over my neck. Rather than living in fear like this, I'd rather get it over with once and for all."
Zhang Ze cursed and shouted, the spitting image of his elder brother. He had no patience for anything he did.
"You'd better pray it starts later. We passed several large towns back there, and even at a glance, they were crawling with powerful cultivators. They were sharpening their blades, feeding their horses, and marshaling their forces.
They're probably coming for us. If we get tracked before we've put enough distance between us, we won't escape even with wings."
Jie Kong's expression turned grim. When he had seen an entire settlement armed for battle earlier, he had wished his legs could sprout wings so he could fly away, terrified of being discovered.
If more than a hundred thousand cultivators charged out of a single settlement, that would be no laughing matter. They would be hacked into mincemeat in moments.
"Enough talking. Hurry up and find some favorable terrain. The first wave of enemies will probably be on us soon."
Ying Ming Hao spoke with a headache brewing. He felt that the Central Saint Palace hadn't told them the truth at all. How the hell was this one person against fifteen hundred? With others joining of their own accord, each of them would probably have to face tens of thousands.
Everyone's face turned as white as paper, and they lowered their heads and sprinted desperately. If anyone fell behind, there would probably be no point trying to save them. They could just wait to die.
In a large fortified village, a dense crowd of indigenous inhabitants gathered like