In the forest, amidst the lightning and rain.
The escaping group from the Broken Moon Clan was soaked in the pouring rain, but there was no sign of unhappiness. In fact, they were full of joy and surprise.
When the master at the True Spirit Realm had descended, they had feared they were about to be killed.
However, their deaths didn't occur, and it was all because of that youth.
Bobby's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he calmly inspected the area around them. Although the group believed he was some kind of monster, they were very grateful and full of respect for him.
"Go," Bobby gently said, urging them on as he led the way at the front.
The entire group continued to run under Bobby's command, and although he was weakened, the speed he traveled at wasn't slow.
A day and a night passed, but Bobby continued without rest, pushing the group on relentlessly.
