Xu Wuyi stared intently to the northeast.
In his perception, six auras belonging to Human Race Martial Artists were zipping through the mountain forest. Their Qi and Blood were surging, a clear sign they had pushed their speed to the absolute limit.
They were all carefully selected elites. Not only were they powerful, but each was also a master of Qinggong, making them incredibly fast.
The goal was to ensure that among their pursuers, only Milo could keep up, leaving the other Wolfman War Generals behind.
And less than a kilometer behind them, a dark-gold aura, like a burning torch, was in hot pursuit.
The aura was violent and savage, carrying a condescending majesty.
Milo.
But just as Xu Wuyi detected Milo, the dark-gold aura abruptly paused.
Immediately after, a cold, sharp Spiritual Power swept back toward him like a needle prick!
Xu Wuyi's pupils contracted sharply.
Milo had detected him too!
