[Ninefold Samsara Foxfire Skill Used!]
Damian did not dare hesitate against a foe who could cross hundreds of meters in an instant. He unleashed his ultimate skill immediately.
Buzz!
Nine ghostly fox tails of pale violet fire unfurled behind him, each one crowned with a floating ember shaped like a closed eye. From them came faint, eerie cries that resembled the distant wail of a fox beneath a dying moon.
"Go!"
Swoosh!
All nine embers shot forward at terrifying speed, tearing through the air. Bathin's expression darkened at once. Without hesitation, he yanked the reins, veered sharply down the street to the left, and rode. Space warped around him as he vanished from sight, the nine embers chasing relentlessly after his fleeing figure.
"He ran?" Damian muttered, taken aback.
