Chen Ping sprinted the whole way, not daring to unfold his Flying Soul Tool and take to the air.
The reason was simple. The Flying Soul Tool he was using was much faster than those Ju Zi and the others behind him were using, but however fast he flew, he could never outrun a Soul Guidance Ray!
If he dared to take off now, he would be sharing a table with Kobe the very next second.
Crashing on the spot would be getting off lightly. If he fell from a mountain over a thousand meters high, he would splat against the ground and become a meat pancake, then probably give some lucky Soul Beast a hearty meal.
Chen Ping liked attending banquets, but he absolutely did not like the idea of other people attending his-at least not a funeral banquet.
So Chen Ping ran with astonishing agility, zigzagging rapidly down the steep cliff face like a Soft Bone Rabbit. As he descended, he also used his Spiritual Power to scan the barrage of control-type Soul Guidance Rays the pursuing Soul Engineers were firing at him from behind.
Clearly, Ju Zi also understood that even if she wanted to put Chen Ping through the wringer, she absolutely could not let things spiral completely out of control. That was why she was restraining herself now, having her subordinates use only Soul Tools with paralysis, shock, stun, sluggishness, and confusion attributes.
If Chen Ping was captured alive, it would not matter how Ju Zi tormented him. This was merely a matter of face and substance.
If Shrek had the ability, they could regain their face elsewhere. If they could not, the matter would simply end there.
But if Chen Ping really died because of Ju Zi, there would be nothing more to discuss.