Duncan stood in front of the region that acted as the buffer between the Ancient Battlefield and the wilderness looking ahead.
If there was no other choice, he too didn't want to step foot in that place. He had read several accounts of the various dangers encountered by Nascent Soul seniors of his sect in that region that, it cast a large shadow in his heart.
So he didn't enter the region immediately.
He was waiting and hoping at this moment. He was waiting to see if his pursuers dared to come after him after knowing where he was headed towards. It would be a test of their determination to kill him off.
At the same time, he was hoping that they would call off the hunt and retreat. That way, he wouldn't have to step into this cursed place. Just looking at the Ancient Battlefield from a distance alone gave him goosebumps.
