The flying ship moved through the skies at a decent pace, neither fast nor slow.
"How can I escape their senses?" Mark asked, gently caressing Dona's head as he stared at the Cyborg.
If he had been targeted by some detection method, what was the way to escape the senses of these creatures?
What were they using to target him anyway? Some sort of ability? Advanced technology that he didn't know about at all?
No matter how strong Mark might be or how confident he was, he didn't want to fight millions of Pinnacle Tier 2 Star Monkeys. That was just asking for trouble. And if he couldn't escape their senses, he would have to always run around.
If he gets surrounded, it might even lead to his premature death.
"Haha… ha…" The man's head tilted. "I told you—there is no escape."
"No escape," Mark sneered.
He could smell trouble coming his way, and he couldn't help but feel sullen.
Was this bad luck?
