Thale felt his heart race as he stepped out of the cave system. He was exhausted and battered from his intense battles inside the tunnels, but he knew that he couldn't afford to rest just yet. He could feel the eyes of the other cultivators on him, could sense their eagerness to track him down and take him out.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself forward, his legs pounding against the ground as he sprinted away from the caves. He was moving quickly, but he knew that it wouldn't be fast enough. The other cultivators were closing in on him, and he could sense their presence growing stronger by the second.
As he ran, he reached for the space ring on his finger and withdrew a handful of the bombs he had acquired from the cultivators he had killed. He quickly set them to detonate and scattered them behind him, hoping that they would slow his pursuers down.
