Chapter 1075: Continuous

Fleeing for his life, this seemed like a decent option at first glance.

He habitually glanced back; the pursuers hadn't caught up, yet he felt no relief.

For those mercenaries, who had fought and fled through forests all year round, were far stronger in combat than one might imagine, he couldn't gauge their speed.

But he knew they were definitely faster than himself and would find his trail in the woods.

The Alchemist took deep breaths of the cold air of the deep night, but it felt like knives were cutting him.

The potion he had thrown out earlier, the one that turned his pursuers to mud, should have taken effect by now.

Once they broke free from that trap, they would be on his heels again soon.

His hope rested on a series of measures to hinder their speed.

Until he put enough distance between them that they could no longer hear his fleeing steps.

By then, he would have been able to escape from this chase.

But now, as he set his plan into motion in this very moment,