Jack Clark looked around and, instead of pursuing the fleeing rebels, turned his attention to the depths of the small town.
For him, killing these ordinary rebels was of no real use, no matter how many he killed.
But those cultists were different; each one was worth Contribution Points.
Earlier, when Lori Parma and the others were chasing the cultists, Jack had observed carefully and noted that some of them weren't very fast and their aura was only of the Second or Third Layer.
With this thought, Jack's figure vanished in a whoosh and, in the blink of an eye, he appeared dozens of meters away in front of a three-story building.
Bang!
Leaping five meters high, Jack stepped on the edge of a windowsill, then his figure soared again as he grabbed onto the building's eaves and flipped up onto the rooftop of the Third Floor.
At this chaotic time, standing in a high place meant he didn't have to worry about getting sniped from the shadows.