The duoluozhong appeared old and wilted as if it would collapse any moment, yet its speed far exceeded Lin Sanjiu's expectation. She was only caught off guard for less than half a second, but that that blackish-green mass had already reached the foot of a mountain some distance away. Its layers of dried skin drifted and flapped as the wind blew. It looked as if it was a flag made of a large, empty scrotum.
"Wait for me here," Lin Sanjiu ordered her grand prize hastily and quickly chased after the duoluozhong.
Soon, she was inwardly baffled by the turn of events.
She had already been chasing it for two minutes. However, that mass of dried skin was still keeping ahead of Lin Sanjiu. She had not managed to close the distance even by an inch. Lin Sanjiu's speed was exceptionally fast. She could certainly outrun any of the thousands of duoluozhongs in the City of Ant by far.
Considering the situation, she didn't wish to waste any more time.
