บท 1240: Worried Sick

Blasts of potent demonic energy began to ring out from all directions, turning the already ruined city of lights into a hellscape.

Grey kept a low profile while cutting through the remains of Argham but picked up speed upon reaching the open ground to sprint towards the dark forest. They all could hear the bellowing howls and screams of terror even after traversing several kilometers of the forest's rough terrain which spoke volumes of the force behind them.

The mere thought of it left Hao Xuan both excited and horror-struck because he had felt at least five different demonic energy types congregating towards his position, all of them stronger than the one he had just killed.

In fact, one of them was still following them from a distance.