"Ok!"
Ethan replied crisply, his body turning into a streak of light as he shot toward the next mountain like a divine arrow piercing the clouds.
Asher followed instantly, his blood-coloured aura leaving behind a long crimson trail.
The two of them descended into the depths of the lake, slipping through the shimmering water until they reached its dark, silent bottom.
Ethan's sharp gaze swept across the empty space.
Nothing. No traces. No aura.
Asher frowned and stepped forward. His palm pressed lightly against the lakebed.
A hum shivered through the water—
A buried formation lit up briefly beneath the mud.
"This is a teleportation formation… and it was activated just now."
His brows tightened further.
"This Thousand Faces really jumped here as a soul and used the formation to escape."
Ethan nodded.
"That's right. He's extremely good at running. No wonder even the Blood Tavern's owner found him troublesome."
