"What should we do? That despicable fellow actually rushed out of the forest!"
"Why can't he climb trees? Isn't he supposed to be an Elf?"
The elves behind were shouting as they ran. Ye Chen paid them no heed and dashed fiercely out with all his might. He was swift, like a gust of wind. Those elves couldn't match Ye Chen's speed on the plains; they specialized in running through the jungles, not on the plains. Ye Chen, on the other hand, excelled at running on the plains, not through jungles. So, even though the Dark Elves seemed about to catch up with Ye Chen, now they could only watch helplessly as Ye Chen escaped out of their line of sight.
"I'm so angry. You bunch of useless fools!" When the Little Master caught up, he found that Ye Chen had already disappeared without a trace. The Little Master flew into a rage: "Why couldn't you catch even one person? What do I keep you worthless bunch for?"
