Whoosh—
Lin Zheyu's speed was incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye, he dashed out over a thousand meters away.
His perception field was pushed to the limit, making the traces left by the three people and the Barbarian Race warrior very distinct.
Lin Zheyu had not chased for long before he sensed energy fluctuations coming from deep within the mountain forest.
His speed slowed down, and his aura quickly diminished as he quietly approached that direction.
"Hmph!"
"Good technique!"
"If you think you can trap me with such means, then you're too naive."
In the mountain forest, the Barbarian Race man named Kui had an expression as dark as water, speaking coldly.
He was tightly bound by a magical artifact rope, and five formation flags were planted around him, forming a trapping formation that enclosed Kui within.
Waves of dim light gleamed brilliantly, radiating from Kui's body.
