Chapter 77: A Variable

At another part of the forest, multiple blurs could be seen as they chased after a black blur.

"Hey liberator! Grant me acknowledgement and stop running away like a coward!"

It was the entourage of Rowan and fourteen adventurers moving at high speeds as they chased after Fredrick's tail.

More than ten minutes had passed since the chase began, and with it, a total of nine adventurers had gotten lost along the way or had given up because speed wasn't their forte. And well, one had his head cut off.

Those that remained were starting to feel the hunt as Fredrick kept taking multiple twists and turns while dodging weapons thrown from behind him.

Rowan was the only one still in peak condition as he gulped down mana recovery potions over and over again from within a spatial ring on his finger. This showed he wasn't an Admiral for nothing.

But even he was frustrated at his current predicament. The bastard in front of him had some really perverted stamina.