Although Zhang Fan could clearly feel that he was getting weaker, he did not slow down at all.
He plunged into an alley.
The chasing cry after him could be still heard.
"There are still fifty meters to go..." Zhang Fan was calculating in his mind. He took out a sky-blue cloak from his treasure bag. As long as he crossed the alley and mingled with the crowd, he could change how he dressed in an instant.
There are still thirty meters to go...
Twenty meters to go...
Ten meters to go...
The alley exit was already in sight, and he could see the crowd in the distant market.
He would be able to escape in only an instant.
But suddenly and unexpectedly, an unprecedented dangerous feeling struck him, so that his fine hairs were standing on end. He stopped and put on a defensive pos
