Night fell swiftly, shrouding the entire Burial World in what seemed like the blink of an eye.
Yet night here differed little from day. It was merely a shade darker.
In this perpetually dim world where sunlight never reached, people could scarcely tell day from night.
Just then, the Positioning Beam on every competing Heavenly Prodigy flared once more, heralding a new storm—a fiercer, more frenzied hunt!
These pursuers were as savage and bloodthirsty as starving wolves, leaving everyone trembling with fear and fleeing for their lives.
Ying Ming Hao and the others looked back in horror, only to find that the number of Scavengers pursuing them had actually doubled!
Fury had long since blazed through their hearts. They cursed the Central Saint Palace up and down, spewing an endless stream of filthy language.
Had tiny projectors not been hovering high overhead, closely monitoring everything, they would probably have thrown back their heads and shouted their condemnations without hesitation.
This treatment was practically treating them as little Japanese bastards from the North Sea Continent, not as living, breathing human beings at all.
Despite the resentment seething within them, their steps did not slow in the slightest.
They raced away like arrows loosed from a bow, moving with the dazzling speed of lightning and sparks.
The movement techniques they had painstakingly practiced in the past now became their life-saving treasures. All the difficulties they ordinarily encountered while cultivating those techniques fell away like bamboo beneath a blade.
Like birds startled by a bowstring, Ying Ming Hao and the others fled desperately the entire way. As soon as the Positioning Beams faded, they immediately sought out secluded places to hide. Once the enemy discovered them, they resumed their desperate flight, repeating the cycle over and over.
Time flashed past like