Zhang Beixing frowned slightly, suspecting something.
Could it be that his perception was faulty?
But why was it that everything else seemed perfectly normal to his senses, even to the point of clearly sensing the two Special Forces soldiers he saved earlier staggering back towards the manor?
Zhang Beixing followed the direction in which the monster had fled and pursued it. But as his perception had detected, the monster left a trail of footprints after exiting the courtyard wall, and Zhang Beixing continued to examine them.
The monster had only three hands, making its footprints unusually distinctive. Combined with its incredible speed, they appeared as three rows of irregular shallow pits in the woods.
These shallow pits continued for a few kilometers and then suddenly vanished. At this point, Zhang Beixing stood on a tree branch, looking at the suddenly disappeared footprints, frowning in deep thought.
