'Catching them off guard is the only option I have,' Liam thought as his chasers steadily got closer. 'I can't afford to show my darkness either.'
For a split second, Liam was incredibly pissed from being chased so many times.
Bandits posing as soldiers, then Zenith ranked Crocodiles and Shadow Panthers, then soldiers posing as bandits again. He was sick of it!
Liam's grimaced face started to turn slightly pale from overusing Fleeting Foot, but his powerful consciousness allowed him to push past his limits.
Throwing knives, slashes of condensed wind coated with fire, along with bullets of water shot at his back, which he had to deflect using the edge of his shortsword, or evade by sharply shifting his trajectory.
A frigid pressure spread throughout Liam's surroundings, making the three behind slightly flinch. Thankfully, from what Liam saw, the three were weaker than him in terms of mental capability.
