"Hehehe… Run? And where exactly do you think you're running to?"
Jiang Chen's voice slithered through the air, twisted and unrecognizable.
Laughter echoed from every direction, filling the sky like an unseen predator closing in.
Mo Hao's chest tightened. Damn it! That dark sprite demon is right on me!
He tried to pinpoint the source, but the voice bounced around, coming from one direction while his instincts screamed that the threat was somewhere else entirely. Could he already be behind me?
I can't keep running like this!
Gritting his teeth, Mo Hao forced himself to calm down. He dove into his Pretentious System Mall, scanning his remaining 30,000 Pretentious Points. He had two choices—boost his cultivation or grab a powerful item.
He hesitated for only a second before making his move.
20,000 points on a battle power-boosting pill.
The system delivered instantly.
