In the darkness of the night, a figure traversed the sandy ground.
Occasionally, red moonlight would fall upon the figure's face, revealing a fierce and twisted expression.
"Damn it! How did this group of bastards find me?"
While running, the person's face was extremely grim, turning back every few steps. Vaguely, one could see three figures trailing a few hundred meters behind him in the night.
This fleeing person wasn't someone else; it was Qin Hao.
By his calculations, he had been running for several hours now.
Yet he couldn't figure out how they kept catching up to him, even though he had used the Wind Escape Technique multiple times to shake them off.
But in the end, they always seemed to suddenly appear again, just like maggots on rotting bones.
"Something's not right. At their speed, there's no way they could keep up with me. There's definitely something fishy here!"
