To the north of the Erin Group Headquarters Building, there's a stretch of mountains extending for several kilometers, not particularly high, but usually desolate.
Yu Shujun chased the Silver Thorn, crossing the mountain range, and caught up with her at the foot on the other side.
With Silver Thorn's level, facing a player like Jun Wuming is like an elementary school student challenging a university graduate—it wouldn't even last to the second round.
Yu Shujun gave a slight twist of his wrist, easily cutting through the ropes wrapped around him and stepped through the thorn traps scattered on the ground, as simply as crunching through autumn leaves.
Silver Thorn's legs had lost feeling, forcing her to kneel, propping her unsteady body with her only remaining arm, her chest heaving violently, as she stared fixedly at the figure before her, approaching step by step.
Swoosh—
A flash of golden light.
A cold blade pressed against Silver Thorn's neck.
