The last trace of twilight scattered from the horizon.
Covering his injured arm, Jinye moved swiftly through the mountains and forests, striving to retrieve the communication device. After several attempts, he finally managed to detach the communicator from his body, only to realize that it had been damaged during the earlier battle, its components burnt out.
"Damn it!"
He cursed under his breath and hurried towards the city.
It had been so long since he'd been in such a sorry state.
"Damn it, a mere Exile dares!"
It was not his first time slaying Exiles. Even a Transcendent Sixth Rank Exile had perished under his onslaught.
He relished the pleasure of tormenting these powerful beings.
Unexpectedly, the Exile he encountered this time seemed no more than a Transcendent Fifth Rank by his aura, yet he easily broke through his sword technique, and even his long-time servant was no match for the Exile.
"What a humiliation! I must reclaim this loss!"
