In the wilderness, several figures streaked across the sky, landing in the midst of dense woods.
The leader was a black-clothed man, who quickly fixed his gaze upon two bodies lying on the ground, furrowing his brow slightly, "By the looks of it, they haven't been dead long!"
"Boss, what should we do then? What if someone finds out about the master's plan..."
"Chase!"
A glint of icy resolve flashed through the black-clothed man's eyes, "At all costs, we must capture those people! We can't allow any deviation from the master's plan, or else, he will never spare you or me!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Just as the group was about to turn around, a faint voice suddenly rang out.
"Sorry, you won't have the chance to chase anymore!"
The voice was indifferent like the wind but carried a bone-chilling coldness that made everyone pause, turning their heads to look at the two approaching figures...
