Luo Chen felt a tightness in his chest and whispered to Zhao Dongfang, "Someone is following us, let's move quickly." Zhao Dongfang was taken aback, his brows furrowing, "I didn't sense anyone tracking us." Luo Chen didn't bother to explain further, grabbing Zhao Dongfang and quickening their pace towards the inn.

However, the bustling streets of Nadas City were packed with people, and before they could run far, that chilling aura rapidly closed in, bringing with it an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Get out of the way!" Luo Chen shouted, pushing a suddenly pale Zhao Dongfang aside. But he himself was fiercely struck by a shadow and knocked to the ground, tumbling several times through the air before landing heavily.

Zhao Dongfang looked back to see a figure completely enveloped in a black robe swiftly closing in. He froze in fear and disbelief, then bit his lip and sprinted madly in a less crowded direction on the left. Luo Chen suppressed the taste of blood in his throat, shocked, and called out urgently towards Zhao Dongfang's retreating direction, "Run towards the inn, don't go that way!"

However, it was as if Zhao Dongfang did not hear his cry and only kept running towards the less crowded area, quickly vanishing into the mass of people. Luo Chen struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body, and gave chase.

Weaving through the bustling streets, Luo Chen closely followed Zhao Dongfang's trail. His heartbeat gradually accelerated, not just from the exertion but from the ever-present chilling aura that filled him with deep unease. He knew that the figure in the black robe was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.

After running through several streets, Luo Chen finally spotted Zhao Dongfang at a secluded alley. He was panting heavily against the wall, his face full of terror and confusion. Luo Chen dashed forward, grabbing his arm urgently, "Are you okay? Why didn't you listen and run towards the inn?"

Zhao Dongfang gasped, shaking his head, "I didn't know, I just thought there were fewer people, maybe it would be easier to escape." Luo Chen sighed, realizing now wasn't the time to blame him. He glanced around and whispered, "We need to hurry back to the inn. There are more people there, and it's relatively safer."

The two exchanged a glance and tacitly turned to run in the direction of the inn. However, that chilling aura seemed unrelenting in its pursuit, following closely behind them. Neither Luo Chen nor Zhao Dongfang dared to let up as they crossed street after street, trying to avoid sparsely populated areas.

Finally, after a breathtaking chase, they saw the inn's sign shining warmly in the night. Like finding a lifeline, they rushed into the inn's doors. The figure in the black robe seemed to sense something and did not continue the pursuit.

"Damn it, why did he run that way!" Luo Chen cursed in his heart, locking his gaze on the speeding figure ahead—Zhao Dongfang. The direction Zhao Dongfang chose was the most secluded street in Nadas City, intricate and maze-like, with few passersby and many turns where one could easily lose their way.

Luo Chen knew he couldn't let Zhao Dongfang escape; gritting his teeth, he channeled the soul energy within him. That mysterious power flowed through him like a stream. As he activated the soul energy, a surge of wind force flooded his legs, as if propelled by invisible forces. His strides became light and swift, each step covering nearly four to five meters, moving with lightning speed.

Yet, even at this astonishing speed, Luo Chen was surprised to find he couldn't catch up to Zhao Dongfang or the mysterious shadow. What shocked him even more was that the distance between them seemed to be widening. When did Zhao Dongfang become so fast? Had he been hiding his strength all along?

Just as Luo Chen puzzled over this, the shadow ahead suddenly accelerated. In the night sky, the sound of air being violently torn apart resonated, with the shadow's robe fluttering in the wind, emitting an eerie whistling. The shadow deftly stepped on the walls, leaping gracefully to block the path of the panic-stricken Zhao Dongfang.

Zhao Dongfang saw the shadow suddenly appear in front of him, glanced back at the approaching Luo Chen, and a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. He surveyed his surroundings, seeing the high, cold walls around him and the deep, dark alley ahead, forming a dead-end. He steeled his heart and suddenly pulled out the death scroll he held tightly to his chest.

The corner of Zhao Dongfang's mouth curled into a cold smile as he stared coldly at the shadow and Luo Chen in front of him, speaking slowly, "Isn't this what you want? Here, take it!" With all his might, he hurled the rolled death scroll. A dense black light instantly enveloped it, making it shoot towards Luo Chen like an arrow.

Luo Chen's expression changed at the sight, but being an experienced warrior, a wave of cyan wind surged between his palms, forming an invisible barrier. The death scroll, wrapped in black light, flew toward him but was steadily caught by the cyan wave.

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