It was getting darker and darker. Lu Li ran for his life in the mountain. However, it was getting harder and harder for him to see or to run. He fell into ravines many times.
It was the same for Zhao Rui and his warriors. Lu Li was just one man, but his opponents were six or seven, which was favorable for Lu Li.
Zhao Rui, who was chasing Lu Li, also realized this matter. He had lived a comfortable life, but the mountain trail was difficult to travel. He had a few scratches from thistles and thorns, and bruises from falling down. He was quite miserable.
Zhao Rui thought about it and said, "Uncle Scar, we cannot catch up with him like this. Maybe you can go after him by yourself and kill this bastard."
Uncle Scar raised his thick eyebrows and shook his head. "No way. My job is to protect you, and I cannot leave you alone for a single moment. This is the Frigid Cloud Mountain. What if a powerful Xuan Beast shows up?"
