"My Lord, are we not chasing that brat anymore?"
Several Level 4 Divine Servants of the Beast God Cult approached Violent Tiger and Wolf Blood with extremely respectful attitudes.
Because they couldn't see Wesley, they were confused. If he had been killed by the two lords, there should have been a corpse on the ground.
Even if he had been blasted to smithereens, there should still have been some trace of him left behind.
While the few of them were puzzled, they secretly glanced at the two lords.
"Chase? What chase? That brat is right here!"
Violent Tiger stood up, his tone filled with intense dissatisfaction.
Hearing this, the Divine Servants of the Beast God Cult were startled and hurriedly looked around again.
"That brat is here? Where?"
"There's nothing here! There's nothing at all in the surroundings!"
The few of them even flashed out in different directions, rapidly searching the surroundings, but they couldn't find a single hair.
