"Boss," Eckmond's shaking voice arose in Lancelot's heart, "the Succubus seems to have stopped chasing us, should we take a break?"
He continued, "I can't hold on much longer, and the ride is really bumpy."
Upon hearing this, Lancelot slowed down. It had been five minutes since he was shot, and with the power of two Upper Grade Spirit Stones, he had sprinted nearly three miles. Within the range of his Spirit Perception, he could no longer sense Enreyes.
He naturally noticed the magical fluctuations from Oasis Fort; something must have happened there that reminded the Demon's high rank Commander of his duties.
Lancelot hid in the shadow of a huge rock, his chest heaving violently as he spat out another mouthful of green, glowing, foul blood.
The venomous arrow shot by the Succubus was still stuck in his back; he hadn't had the time to deal with it, making him move like a wind-up toy.
