"He's not human!" someone shouted, hurriedly fleeing. "He's Garison's emissary!"
More started to retreat. "God is angry and has sent a punisher down!"
The Rong soldiers, who had stayed in place for two days, finally dispersed. Yet, with careful calculations, Yuan Zhaoxu had already achieved what he wanted – to drag them along for one day and night, in order to buy time.
The escapees ran anxiously, not picking their paths properly, despite there being only three walkable routes. Most of the soldiers automatically charged up the widest stone path, which had been renovated and hence was neat and unobstructed.
The first Rong man stopped in his tracks. A lonesome head was rolling down toward him.
Just a head.
