"Damn!"
"This guy is too cunning, he escaped so quickly..."
Very soon, Hao Jian returned with a look of frustration. He didn't expect that the person speaking so eloquently would flee after just one move from him. This was unexpected for him.
After chasing for a kilometer or two, he could no longer see the Spear God's figure, so he came back. He didn't want to step into the traps laid by the Spear God, only to face a whole formation of spears, rather than the Spear God alone.
"Phew..."
In a small alley far from Hao Jian, a figure emerged, breathing heavily as if having held his breath underwater for a long time and finally coming up for air.
"Damn it!"
One hand slammed fiercely against a wall nearby, with such force that it caused several cracks, dislodging many of the wall's stones.
