Jiang Wang had already noticed—he was being deliberately herded.
He had to exert every ounce of his strength merely to survive the repeated attacks from this mysterious adversary.
The entire escape route was crooked and winding, with occasional backtracking, but overall, it was constantly heading west.
Which meant—
He was moving farther and farther away from Qi Country.
If the opponent intended to kill him, they could have done so long ago.
Yet if the opponent bore no intention of killing him, most of the attacks were nevertheless deadly. If he failed to dodge even once, he would have already perished on the spot.
The opponent seemed neither eager to kill him nor reluctant to do so.
The only certainty was that this mysterious enemy truly relished the process of pursuing him.
He had tried to alter his direction, to flee toward some significant location or draw other powerful individuals into the battle, seeking a chance for survival.
