Big Hammer stayed a bit further away from them, occasionally tossing rocks in all directions.
The stones flew with a whooshing sound into the depths of the mist, attempting to mislead the pursuers behind them, making them chase in the wrong direction.
Or he would swing his heavy iron hammer, smashing through tree trunks as thick as bowls, creating chaotic barricades to slow down the pursuers' steps.
Lin Chuqiao barely ran a few hundred meters in the forest and was already panting heavily, her chest rising and falling intensely.
The strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her fair cheeks.
She glanced back, Bai Ling's face was equally flushed, her steps were unsteady, clearly, this escape had exhausted a significant amount of physical strength.
And not far away, those pursuers were like sharp-sensed hounds, still relentlessly chasing.
