The night was dark.
Even with the faint moonlight, even those with excellent eyesight could only see vague outlines in the distance.
Many experts of the Demon Cult were behind him and the renowned Protector, seeking to save his own life, had already panicked and taken random paths.
He accidentally entered an area densely covered with thorny bushes.
Swinging his sword violently, but fleeing too hastily, the spines cut his hands, arms, and face. His night clothes tore, ripping off strips of fabric with a hissing sound.
There was none of the imposing fanfare he had when he started.
Fear, anger, and a hint of regret he would never voice.
As Fei Bin fled, he caught a glance at Le Hou beside him.
