"Die!"
Huai Shi, holding a knife in his left hand and an axe in his right, let out a roar and then... turned tail and ran.
What else could he do?
Why the hell not?
A dozen Dark Creatures had transformed into berserk Werewolves. These were fearless Second and Third Stage Sublimators; forget exquisite techniques, a single swipe from one of them could tear Huai Shi apart.
I can't deal with you guys; I'm out.
Perhaps stunned by Huai Shi's astonishing lack of dignity in turning and fleeing, the assembled Werewolves, who had been bracing for a fight, stood frozen. By the time they reacted, Huai Shi had already dashed thirty-nine meters away. Lacking a forty-meter blade, they could only give chase frantically.
And by the time they reached the dead end of the corridor, Huai Shi was nowhere to be seen.
Even the pre-ambushed air ducts were devoid of any sign of him.
Only the icy sea breeze came through the smashed porthole.
