Kent glanced back, hoping to find something useful that he could use against the bastard.
However, all he saw was Noctyrr, still pursuing, spear held casually at his side, expression calm as if this were a leisurely jog rather than a life-or-death chase at supersonic speeds.
He wasn't taking the battle as seriously as Kent was. That, in a way, was a clear indication that he saw Kent as no threat.
Considering he is a peak Immortal Emperor, he has the right to appear nonchalant. He is several realms above his opponent after all.
Kent's mind raced, running multiple calculations to determine the best course of action. He can't just take any path without weighing all options.
In the end, he realised that running forever wasn't an option.
The discs were gaining on him with every curve he made, and Noctyrr himself seemed to be closing the distance without visible effort.
