Jiangchuan Bridge paid no mind to the wreckage on the floor, his icy gaze fixed on the window through which Chen Qing had escaped.
"Brat, you dare cross me! You're not getting away!"
Before the words left his mouth, his figure had already become a wisp of black smoke, drifting out the window in pursuit of Chen Qing.
Chen Qing glimpsed six figures pouncing toward the second-floor window like hungry tigers lunging for prey. He instantly pushed his Startled Swan Escape Shadow Technique to its absolute limit and bolted toward the city gate.
He knew those six were no match for Jiangchuan Bridge. He had to use the time they bought him to get as far away as possible.
Soon enough, however, he sensed the cold, sinister aura behind him, in relentless pursuit and closing the distance at an astonishing speed!
'Astral Force lives up to its name. Such incredible speed!'
A chill ran down Chen Qing's spine as he felt the pressure mount.
