It was daybreak.
Andrew carefully poked his head out of a sewer.
The morning fog filled the vicinity.
The sanitation truck had just left.
This quiet street was so quiet that there was not a single person. Only the street lamps were lit up but he did not dare to let his guard down.
"The Blackguard actually has a general in this city..." He recalled what happened last night with lingering fear.
Even though he ran fast enough, the pursuit of the Blackguard was still like a shadow following him.
After exposing himself, the psionic power warning radar immediately locked onto him.
He became a shark mixed in a school of fish and was accurately identified.
It was like a specimen painted under a microscope in a laboratory.
If he had not made a prompt decision and immediately used the grace bestowed by the King of Angels, he would have been captured.
He was afraid that he would have been captured by now.
