After stuffing every corpse into his spatial storage ring, Ethan finally took his time pulling out the satellite phone and calling Maxwell.
Maxwell picked up fast.
"He's running toward Riverton City," Maxwell said. "Probably trying to get back."
"Get back?" Ethan's mouth tilted. "At a time like this? Yeah… good luck with that."
He hung up, stepped onto two floating daggers, and shot toward the old Void Realm entrance near Riverton City.
Meanwhile…
The Stoneborn leader was fleeing like his life depended on it—because it did.
At this point, he didn't care whether he was leading that disaster of a human straight back to the Stoneborn.
He was about to die. Worrying about anything else was a joke.
As long as he could return to the Eldoria continent, he could figure something out. Worst case, he'd beg other high-tier races for help.
He pushed his speed to the limit.
