After walking for some time, Lothur realized that a level 13 cultivator was chasing him, someone countless times stronger than him.
'Who is this now?' He kept looking ahead as if he did not see that person, trying to get as close as possible to the Becker residence.
He had already walked more than halfway between the Frost estate and Elke's house. So, he naturally only had the alternative of continuing on his way and approaching a refuge.
But he did not use his movement technique to try to speed up his pace. No, that would not make sense. After all, the enemy was faster than he was!
Moreover, demonstrating his incomparable speed to that of mortals would be highly worrying for him, who passed himself off as a mere mortal.
Therefore, he just hastened his pace to a justifiable extent, beginning to worry about these enemies that kept coming up.
'Maybe fate wants me to retake a good beating?' He sarcastically asked himself.
