None of them could survive.
Braydon Neal and the others ran ahead while their pursuers closed in.
He managed to escape in an instant.
Braydon glanced around, choosing a direction, and sped off.
He moved so fast that within a hundred breaths, he had already reached a floating continent.
This was a high-level posthouse, overseen by a level nine existence.
Unfortunately, the level nine overseer had entered the saint region, leaving only a level seven being to guard it.
A high-level posthouse like this could hold over a billion people, thriving as a world of its own.
Braydon and the others slipped in, swiftly changing their appearances.
They moved across six streets, altering their looks seven times before reaching a dilapidated courtyard.
In the courtyard, an old man and his grandson were tending flowers and plants.
They were instantly stunned by the uninvited guests.
