The two of them fled hard and fast, panting laboriously and using their recuperated Qi to eliminate the smell of explosives and blood from their bodies. They both knew that they were a little slow, but it was still a step ahead; if they could keep themselves in the lead in an intelligent manner, they would still have a guaranteed chance to escape from their pursuers.
The real problem now that could cost them their lives were the traces of life that clung to them.
If these traces were not gotten rid of, death would be the only outcome of the day, and nothing more.
Whether it was coincidence or not, whether was it accidental or inevitable, the two of them had already reached the end of the cliff; they both jumped without hesitation, carrying their comrades along.
Was this an accident or was it not?
As they leaped forward, the two of them instinctively felt an inane sense of absurdity in their hearts.
What the hell-- who do you think I am?