Su Mo used all his strength to run forward.
As soon as the aura emitted by the pile of flesh had surpassed the fourth step, he had turned around and fled without hesitation.
He was very clear about the upper limit of his combat strength.
He might be able to touch a heavily injured top-tier Tier 3 player who was undergoing an advancement ritual.
But now, the ritual had clearly failed.
It did not matter if the Type 4 aura was from a mutated monster or some other trump card.
They were obviously not something he could deal with now.
What was the point of staying if he didn't escape?
Cooking?
Therefore, when the monster made a sound, he had already fled hundreds of meters away.
However, Su Mo did not feel safe at all.
wise heart kept prompt/notification him of a faint danger.
This proved that he was still in danger.
"Is the difference in strength so great?!"
Su Mo's heart sank as he cast two more light of life on himself.
