Not good! There were pursuers!
Wang Ye felt that something was wrong.
It was an instinct.
A powerful and terrifying aura behind him was rapidly approaching.
An extremely powerful devil race expert!
Was there a need for that?
"I'm just a nameless soldier..." Wang Ye complained in his heart.
He kept changing directions, trying to shake off the pursuer, but the latter was like a maggot attached to the bone.
It was over. He was being targeted!
Wang Ye opened his interface.
[Spatial Teleportation: stage 7 → stage 8.]
The teleportation distance increased, and the casting speed shortened.
The pressure gradually dissipated, and the devil race expert seemed to be limited in his abilities.
But in just the next instant, the other party sped up again, and the pressure behind him grew stronger.
Wang Ye wanted to curse.
