Violent Tiger and Wolf Blood ordered their respective Contracted Beasts to accelerate, and the distance between them and their target rapidly closed.
"Kid, let's see where you can run now. You killed members of our Beast God Cult and insulted the great Beast God; there is only a dead end for you."
"Kid, did you hear me? Stop running and surrender obediently, and I might still grant you a quick death."
"Otherwise, once we catch you, we will make you wish you were dead and subject you to all sorts of torture."
Wolf Blood's voice was shrill and cold as he continued to curse at Wesley, who was sprinting ahead.
Violent Tiger remained silent because his throat was so dry that it felt like it was smoking.
Throughout the chase, Violent Tiger hadn't stopped talking, filling the air with curses and mockery directed at Wesley.
He hadn't even spared Wesley's ancestors, greeting each and every one of them.
