"Faster, faster..."
Hearing the blows behind her fall silent, Yang Xiaoshuang grew frantic. Not daring to waste even a moment looking back, she struggled forward through the crowd.
Unfortunately, being swept along like this was not something her own will could change. Her speed depended entirely on how fast the people ahead could run.
There were still plenty of people behind her.
But the joke about only needing to outrun your companions when facing a tiger did not hold true now.
Once the Werewolf Giants caught up, people would die or be injured in swaths, and this pure slaughter, rather than hunting for food, would never make the giant stop.
"Wait, what's that up ahead..."
Running with her head down, anxiously watching the crowd ahead and constantly urging them to go faster, faster, Yang Xiaoshuang immediately noticed the sudden change up front.
The crowd was splitting.
Like a raging torrent encountering a stubborn rock standing in the middle of the riverbed, no matter how fiercely or violently it surged, it inevitably broke apart around it.
Raising her head, she strained to look into the distance and finally spotted that towering rock standing out amid the sea of heads.
It was actually a person.
He wore a hood, his face covered by a silver-white faceplate bearing a scarlet V, and the perfect contours of his muscles were enough to bring a blush to any woman's cheeks.
Of course, at a time like this, those were not the things Yang Xiaoshuang and the others were distracted by.
What mattered was that the Hooded Man was moving in the exact opposite direction from everyone else.
He walked slowly against the crowd, his body seeming to occupy a separate realm from his surroundings.
The oncoming people either moved aside of their own accord, cowed