The Real Viciousness

None of them could survive.

Braydon Neal and the others ran ahead while their pursuers closed in.

He managed to escape in an instant.

Braydon glanced around, choosing a direction, and sped off. 

He moved so fast that within a hundred breaths, he had already reached a floating continent.

This was a high-level posthouse, overseen by a level nine existence.

Unfortunately, the level nine overseer had entered the saint region, leaving only a level seven being to guard it.

A high-level posthouse like this could hold over a billion people, thriving as a world of its own.

Braydon and the others slipped in, swiftly changing their appearances. 

They moved across six streets, altering their looks seven times before reaching a dilapidated courtyard.

In the courtyard, an old man and his grandson were tending flowers and plants. 

They were instantly stunned by the uninvited guests.