Chapter 125: The Komodo Chase

The young man kneeling below could not fathom the multitude of calculations unfolding within the reptilian figure’s mind.

His own thoughts were far simpler and far more immediate.

To escape the Beast God’s Envoy punishment.

Moments stretched unbearably long.

At last, the reptilian humanoid spoke.

“Leave and await further instructions.”

The words echoed through the temple with finality.

“Yes, my lord.”

The young man lowered his head respectfully and nodded before retreating from the temple.

From within the shadowed hall, the reptilian humanoid watched his departure in silence. Its dark purple eyes flickered faintly, a calculating gleam passing through them.

After a moment, it spoke.

“Go and find that necromancer.”

The command echoed through the empty temple.

At first, nothing seemed to stir. The statues remained motionless, and the air stood still. Then, from behind one of the massive stone pillars, a slender humanoid figure stepped forward.

She was covered in sleek black feathers that shimmered faintly under the dim light.

Two long, wide wings were folded neatly behind her back, their feathers sharp and layered like blades.

Her posture was elegant yet predatory, and her presence carried a quiet lethality.

Without a word, her body blurred.

In the next instant, she vanished from the temple entirely.

Her speed was so overwhelming that it was impossible for the naked eye to follow.

The reptilian humanoid leaned back slightly upon the massive throne. A sneer slowly crept across its scaled face, exposing rows of jagged teeth.

“Whatever you are,” it muttered coldly, “you are nothing but an ant.”

Its purple eyes burned with restrained fury.

“The will of my Master must be fulfilled. Nothing can stop Him from descending.”

The temple fell silent once more.

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…

Thoren sat at the back of the Undead Iron Roar Komodo as he chased after the figure he had discovered during the battle.

The massive undead beast surged forward with relentless momentum, its enormous claws digging into the earth and propelling it across the uneven terrain.

Although the woman had retreated swiftly from the battlefield, the aura of the Beast God still lingered faintly in the air.

And that was enough.

To ordinary awakeners, such traces would have been imperceptible.

But to Thoren, whose senses had been sharpened and refined through his connection with death; the divine residue was like a trail of blazing fire in the darkness.

He could follow it effortlessly.

In order to close the distance quickly, he had switched mounts.

Compared to the Undead Mad Dog Mistveil, whose speed was already impressive, the Undead Iron Roar Komodo operated on an entirely different level.

Each of its strides covered more than five meters at a time. Before the undead Komodo, the uneven plains were no different from flat ground.

Its speed was terrifyingly fast, leaving faint afterimages in its wake.

The wind howled past Thoren’s ears as the world blurred around him.

In less than ten minutes, he could already see the fleeing young woman ahead, pushing herself to her limits as she ran with all her might.

“How is he still tracking me…?” she screamed inwardly.

She had been meticulous.

She had erased her tracks.

She had concealed her aura and suppressed every trace of spiritual fluctuation she could control. She had even altered her route multiple times to mislead potential pursuers.

And yet, no matter what she did, she could not shake him off.

Bang! Bang!

The ground trembled beneath her boots as she sprinted forward.

Each step left faint cracks in the soil.

The air vibrated violently behind her as something massive tore through the plains in pursuit.

From the corner of her eye, she dared to glance back.

Two deep blue eyes locked onto her form from atop a towering undead beast.

Her heart nearly stopped.

“I’m almost back at the sect…”

The thought gave her a fleeting sense of hope.

Panic gripped her heart like a tightening vice.

She had witnessed everything on the battlefield. She had seen how easily he commanded the undead.

She had seen how swiftly he had turned fallen beasts into his servants. The memory of skeletal monstrosities rising from corpses still haunted her.

Against ordinary foes, she would not have been so helpless. With her abilities, she could have tamed a powerful beast on the spot and forced a confrontation.

She might even have turned the tide in her favor through strategy and cunning.

But against him…

She knew it was futile.

There was something fundamentally different about him. Something deeply unsettling.

Her only hope was to return to the sect’s base.

If she could just reach the protective array surrounding the sect, she might survive.

But the relentless thunderous sounds coming from behind her made it painfully clear that escape was slipping away.

The distance between them was shrinking.

Rapidly.

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste filled her mouth as her face twisted with fear and unwillingness.

“What should I do?” she whispered hoarsely.

“What should I do?”

Her voice trembled with urgency as her thoughts raced chaotically.

Should she turn and fight? Should she attempt a desperate ambush? Should she abandon all subtlety and unleash everything she had in one final gamble?

Before she could make a decision, a terrifying roar erupted from behind her.

The roar was not merely loud—it was overwhelming. It rolled across the plains like a shockwave, distorting the air and shaking the ground beneath her feet.

In that instant, her heart quivered violently.

Her concentration faltered.

Just for a second.

And that single second sealed her fate.

The Undead Iron Roar Komodo lunged forward with explosive force. Its massive body closed the remaining distance in the blink of an eye.

A shadow fell over her.

She barely had time to widen her eyes before a powerful gust of wind struck her from behind, nearly knocking her off balance.

She tried to pivot, to summon her strength, to call upon her abilities.

But it was too late.

A heavy impact struck the ground in front of her as the undead beast landed, cutting off her path completely.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth where its claws touched down.

She skidded to a halt, dirt scattering beneath her boots.

Slowly, she raised her head.

The colossal undead Komodo loomed before her, its lifeless eyes glowing faintly with necromantic energy.

Seated atop it, Thoren gazed down at her calmly.

There was no visible anger on his face. No urgency. No arrogance.

Only cold composure.

The woman’s breathing grew ragged as she staggered back a step.

The plains, once vast and open, now felt suffocatingly small.

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