The remaining two Jonin were left far behind by Gou Nakamura, but how could their speed compare to Zhuo Yifan? Zhuo Yifan had caught up with one of them in just a moment and grabbed him with his big hand.
The man's collar was touched, and his eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
The ninja struggled wildly, but Zhuo Yifan's big hand seemed to be made of iron and remained motionless. Even when the steel knife in his hand struck Zhuo Yifan, it had no effect at all, as if it had struck a stone mountain.
It left a faint mark and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The ninja was replaced by the ashes of despair. When Zhuo Yifan slapped him with his other big hand, he had lost all intuition. He only felt light and airy all over, and his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Yifan who was getting further and further away.
On his body. It turned out that with a wave of his hand, Zhuo Yifan had already knocked the head of the man who was holding back away, and blood suddenly spurted out from the broken neck, leaving Zhuo Yifan bathed in blood again.
Seeing Zhuo Yifan tearing the corpses of his companions into pieces like a hell demon, the last jounin's legs weakened and he crawled to the ground, and his urine and feces began to flow out.
Zhuo Yifan didn't care so much and rushed towards the ninja, [
"No... don't... don't, let me go... you devil!" The jounin shouted loudly,
The route that Wu Nan Nakamura took to escape was a relatively quiet alley. Next door was a street full of people and cars. Although it was a small road, people passed by it from time to time. The bloody scene in front of him had already caught the attention of some nearby residents.
The jounin's shouting caused several doors in the surrounding buildings to open one after another, and some people looked over.
Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Yifan's bloody display shocked all the onlookers. Some people who couldn't bear it had already begun to vomit. The timid ones quickly closed the door and ran to call the police.
The last Jonin was dealt with, and Nakamura Wunan used this time to run a kilometer away. But how could Zhuo Yifan let him go like this? Without thinking, he took a big step and chased after him.
Zhuo Yifan, whose strength has soared, is three points faster than Nakamura Gouo in terms of speed. The distance between him and Nakamura Gouo is getting closer and closer.
Nakamura Wunan looked back with blood on his face. He was almost as frightened as the Jonin, but the situation was not much better than them. At this time, he even scolded the high priest who sent him here.
Several times! In his opinion, Zhuo Yifan was no longer a human being, but a real demon who came out of hell.
After all, Nakamura Wunan was a master of the Tiannin level. Seeing that he was about to be caught up by Zhuo Yifan, he became cruel. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel knife in his hand again, using all his strength.
He struck Zhuo Yifan on the head.
When Zhuo Yifan saw Nakamura Wu Nan stopped, he also stopped. At this time, Nakamura Wu Nan's steel knife happened to hit his head.
There was a brief silence, only the sound of the blade still shaking slightly and Nakamura Wu's heavy breathing were heard. Zhuo Yifan's body did not react at all, just like a statue, standing blankly on the spot. Nakamura Wu
The man's pupils couldn't help but shrink. He didn't understand what was going on, but the panic in his heart became more and more intense. Because this knife did not cut into Zhuo Yifan's head, nor even his scalp.
