Li Wenxing, Li Guanglong, and Li Juntang sprinted desperately, glancing back every few steps, terrified that the dreadful man might suddenly give chase. Not until they had run several miles, far from the pit, did they finally slow down. They gasped for air, faces still stricken with lingering terror. “That… that thing—what kind of monster is it? How can anyone possess such power?” Li Juntang leaned against a tree, his face pale. Li Wenxing shook his head. “I don’t know… but one thing’s certain—he’s no mortal. This time… we may have truly stirred up disaster.” Li Guanglong gripped his spear tightly, his voice low and grave. “This isn’t the time to debate. We must get out of here, find somewhere safe. Who knows if that monster will suddenly pursue us?” The three exchanged looks, fear flickering in each other’s eyes. They didn’t stop running. Stones tore at their boots, thorns ripped at their robes. None of it mattered—they could only flee as far as possible from that pit. Behind them, th...