The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Torrential rain poured down, and lightning flashed across the sky with thunder rumbling.
Above the swamp, Amber's silhouette flashed like the wind, both it and Lu Ye covered in a faint layer of spirit light. Although it couldn't completely block the rainwater, it at least allowed them to see more clearly and prevented their vision from being obscured by the rain.
Behind them, Dong Shuye relentlessly pursued, the distance between them rapidly closing. He was like a leech that had caught the scent of blood, stubbornly latching onto Lu Ye's trail.
The gap closed not because Amber was slower, but rather because the swamp was particularly unfriendly to it. It had just stepped into a quagmire; if not for its swift speed, it would have struggled to escape. Additionally, the terrain affected their speed, allowing the distance to narrow.