Just as Ox relaxed and prepared his next step, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.
That voice carried no inflection, much like words uttered from a cold corpse.
More terrifying was that the voice was very close, as if it were right behind his head.
"You've run so far, where are you going?"
His body tensed abruptly, and even without turning, Ox spun around, his right leg whipping out like a lash.
Whoosh.
The heavy blow struck the surrounding branches, propelling Ox away, but behind him was no one.
Tap.
A faint sound, a cool hand rested on his shoulder.
"Who are you? Get out here!"
The light in Ox's pupils was solid as if tangible, and his power surged instantly. He took a step back, lunging with his elbow like a javelin.
This time, his attack did not miss.
Thunk.
Retreating, attacking, and turning, all in one seamless motion.
