However, to her surprise, Fang Yue suddenly stopped and turned to look behind them.
Fang Yue didn't answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the Innate Grandmasters who were swaying on their feet, affected by the miasma.
A resolute and cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were making some momentous decision.
After a long moment, Fang Yue finally spoke slowly. "We can't just run away like this."
"What do you mean?"
Li Mengyao was even more confused. "If we don't run now, I'm afraid we'll miss our chance."
"No."
Fang Yue shook his head. "I'm saying we can't just let them go."
Li Mengyao's eyes widened as she stared at Fang Yue in disbelief. "But they're Innate Grandmasters! Even if they're affected by the miasma now, there are still too many of them!"
"I know," Fang Yue said in a low voice.
