"Shush, shush, shush!"
In the dark of the night, Richard was moving rapidly, constantly glancing behind him with furrowed brows.
By now, it had been quite a while since he successfully broke out using the "Divine Blood (Intermediate)·Evil God Power."
During this time, he had tried changing directions multiple times but couldn't shake off the pursuers behind him. Twice, they had seized opportunities to encircle him again. It had cost him a lot to break out each time, and he had sustained considerable injuries.
Continuing to move, Richard coughed lightly and reached up to wipe the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes.
By now, he had guessed that among the group chasing him, there definitely was someone with a special ability to track his location. Unless he could escape the tracking range quickly, it would be hard to shake them off.
Or, he thought of another approach—what about trying to kill all those tracking him?
