Sixty-plus people had fled.
Only three Fiends were overseeing them. How many could they catch?
One of them, a gold-haired Fiend, sent with his divine sense, “Right now, let’s forget about trying to use those Fiend trial participants to block for us. Come, let’s go find the black-robed guards!” These two Fiends immediately began to move forward quickly. Crompton, while in his heart unwilling to let the matter rest, still followed them.
“Linley, you better hope that I don’t meet you in the future. Next time definitely won’t be like this time.”
Crompton regretted not having killed Linley earlier.
Actually, it wasn’t that Crompton had been merciful; it was that he simply couldn’t kill Linley!
