Naturally, at the very end were Sui Yi and Ye Zixu.
Ye Zixu had already charged into the endless swarm of pursuers, blood rising in the night, magic unceasing.
The blood beneath his feet hardened,
killing as he retreated.
They were like a wall!
It was uncertain when it began,
but the back mountain, not considered grand from the high levels of the castle, now loomed large and profound in the eyes of those fleeing. This path seemed endless, with no end in sight.
They were exhausted from fleeing, terrified of having no path ahead, and feared those things behind would catch up.
The sound of panting and crying lined the path,
and it was uncertain how much time had passed.
Huff, huff, huff, huff, the majority of the people could no longer run, even the adventurers were the same. Although they were physically formidable, after intense battles followed by a frantic escape, they were worse off than ordinary people.
Thus, this group, weary beyond limit, could only stop and rest,
