"Hold on to me!"
Then, Zhao Yu, like a monkey possessed, rapidly descended; in the blink of an eye, he dropped from the towering height of dozens of meters to the ground.
Looking up again, the monster was right above them, and the people who had been stuck up there a moment ago had also come down.
Only, their descent was not like that of Zhao Yu and his companions—they had been thrown down.
The monster clearly knew that humans would die if they fell from such a height, so it had deliberately tossed them down.
It seemed to be waiting for all the people to die before it would slowly enjoy its meal.
"Run~~!"
The people who had reached the ground, without a second thought, dispersed in all directions.
Zhao Yu, however, did not rush to run; instead, he kept his eyes on the monster's movements.
Blind flight would only surrender fate to the enemy; only by identifying the pattern was there a sliver of chance for survival.