Not running anymore?
The thin manâs face suddenly darkened, revealing an expression of extreme frustration.
Damn it, why the hell should I keep running!
Iâve been running for so long, and you somehow manage to be faster than me.
Also, Iâve nearly lost my life trying to escape.
But you look completely fine.
If it werenât for this dense forest, I would have suspected you of taking a shortcut!
The thin man cursed under his breath, looking both frustrated and angry.
In reality, the thin man was right.
White Mitchell did take a shortcut.@@novelbin@@
However, not everyone is capable of taking this shortcut.
It requires extensive experience in the jungle, the ability to accurately predict the enemyâs escape route and intercept the enemy at their expected destination.
Such experience is not easily obtained.
Like White, who had lived in the jungle for more than half a year.
And to better adapt to the jungle environment, he even lived and learnt from the locals.
Not everyone could endure such hard experiences.
When he first went, there were others from the Falcon Domain with him.
At first, they were arrogant and didnât think it was a big deal.
But before long, none of them could bear it.
The jungle is full of venomous snakes, rats, and insects.
One slip, and itâs over.
And the locals in the jungle are far from benign and extremely xenophobic.
Usually, outsiders are treated as enemies and brutally killed.
In the end, among dozens of companions, only White Mitchell stayed and lived there for more than half a year.
In fact, it was this experience that made White Mitchell as powerful as he is today.
Of course, itâs not that the thin man and his group lack experience, but compared to White Mitchell, their experience is too juvenile to be of any use.
At this moment, the thin man looked fiercely at White Mitchell and said angrily, âWhat the bloody hell do you want?
Youâve killed all my comrades and stolen our Spiritual Artifacts. What more do you want?
I have nothing. I just got here, if you want to rob me, let me tell you, I have nothing. Iâm just a poor sod.
If you want to take anything, then take my life!â
âFine! As you wish!â
White Mitchell responded emotionlessly, then, with a stomp of his foot, he sprang forward.
Hisss!
Seeing this, the thin man couldnât help but suck in a breath, swearing to himself.
Dude!
Canât you understand sarcasm?
I was just joking about giving you my life!
Can you just let me off the hook this once?
This is bloody unfair!
Why the hell did I have to run into such a freak?
If I could do it all over again, Iâd rather provoke the Beast Controlling Sect than deal with this stubborn Dragon Realm dweller!
This is too damn frustrating!
Oh God!
I am in pain!