Zhao Kai held a bronze compass in his hands, and the needle spun wildly before finally pointing firmly in the direction of the village.
"That damn brat actually ran this far. If it weren't for the flying shuttle, we really couldn't catch up!" He spat viciously.
Hu Chuan extended a scarlet tongue and licked his cracked lips, his eyes glinting with a beast-like glow in the darkness.
He greedily took a deep breath, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Heh, no matter how far he runs, he can never escape our grasp."
Liu Tong drew his longsword expressionlessly, moonlight flowing over the blade, reflecting his cold pupils: "Slaughter everything here..."
"Good, I like this job!" Hu Chuan's mouth twisted into a terrifying arc, trembling with excitement.
He suddenly unleashed the Blood Saber, the blood aura entwined on the blade writhing like a living creature.
Amidst a maniacal, eerie laughter, he turned into a blood shadow and dashed into the village.
