The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2061

"They're about a hundred yards away from us. It won't take them long to reach us. We need to go now but we can’t dash around madly. If we do that, we'll be dead for sure so there’s only one way we can take. Follow me!" said Fane icily and determinedly.

He quickly pulled Nash and headed for the cave entrance. Both Dwight and Jed hesitated for a second, but only a second. They were all out of ideas and though Fane did not explain himself, he was still their best bet. They exchanged one glance and quickly supported Albion up and followed Fane out.

The cave entrance faces south and by right, if they wanted to escape, they should head north or east, but no, Fane chose to go south instead. Moreover, the path they

were on was extremely remote. Judging by the dense weeds around, even the beasts and monsters did not frequent there. Their path became more and more remote until an unknowing layer of fine mists appeared around them.

By then, both Dwight's and Jed's faces had already darkened but Fane showed no signs of stopping. Finally, Jed could not hold it in any longer and asked him," Where are we going? Why are there mists here?"

A mile away, the masked man and his group were following them at a tempered speed. He was not afraid of losing them, not when he had the cyclops canine with him. The Corpse Pavilion had spared no expenses for what they were about to do and the masked man would not let anyone interrupt their plans. Especially the Thousand Leaves Disciples who had gotten away from him before. Besides, he would be the laughing stock of the town if word got around that he, a spring solidifying level fighter, could not even take out a few final stage of innate level fighters.

Therefore, he must kill them no matter what.

A pointy-chin Corpse Pavilion disciple looked left and right then suddenly moved closer to the masked man and said, "I think something's not right. They seemed to be going in the direction of..."

"Cliff of Sorrow," said the masked-man icily, finishing the pointy-chin disciple’s sentence.

The point-chin disciple nodded vigorously. "Yes, the Cliff of Sorrow. They must have thought that it would be better for them to jump off a cliff than to suffer in our hands.'

The masked man scoffed and shook his head. "They won't die so easily. Master has told me a long time ago that below the Cliff of Sorrow is not the ten thousand precipes

Meanwhile, Fane and the others had already arrived at an extremely narrow path. The vegetation around them had disappeared and was replaced by ugly black rocks which threatened to trip them anytime.

Fane did not answer Jed’s previous question and just walked on quietly. After ten minutes or so, the mist around them was so thick that they could only see five yards ahead of them.

Fane stopped walking and Jed and the other two quickly caught up to him.

"Another ten yards or so and we'll arrive at the Cliff of Sorrow," said Fane.

Everyone's expression changed drastically when they heard that. "What?! Why did you bring us here? You're not going to ask us to jump, right? How is that different from getting killed by them?"