When Ye De realized that a few ordinary people were sleeping on the city road ahead, it was already too late.
Perhaps because he was not supposed to be an evolver by nature, but was forcibly evolved, now except for his special evolutionary ability, his physical fitness, speed and combat power are all average. However, after only two or three minutes of escaping, his footsteps have already stopped.
He was getting heavier and heavier uncontrollably and was dragging his feet; no matter how hard his chest squeezed and expanded, he couldn't get enough air.
The person behind him who had been biting him tightly was different.
That man was born to belong to the gladiatorial arena. He was a far better and faster predator than him. How he escaped from a direct attack, even Ye De couldn't explain clearly - the price he paid for barely escaping.
, it was a heavy blow to the back of the head.
Fortunately, Ye De couldn't see the wound on the back of his head; he suspected that if he could take the time to raise his hand and touch it, he would faint from the horror of it.
Since then, the attacks from behind have become more and more fierce and difficult to avoid, and the man's speed is so fast that he even fell in front of Ye De several times, blocking his way - enough to decide
In the moment of life and death, the only thing Ye De could see clearly was that the person seemed to be a man. If he didn't know Fanjia City well and knew where the side roads could divert the other party and where he could escape, where would he be?
The road surface cannot withstand the weight, how could he survive until now?
If he could simply give up and let him die a happy and neat death, it might be much more comfortable; but there is something inexplicable that is still supporting him and forcing him to run, even more than the one behind him.
The pursuer made Ye De feel even more painful.
"Wake up," Ye De roared at the sleeping ordinary people in front of him: "Run quickly, hide quickly!"
In the darkness, someone smacked his lips and turned over.
The voice that Ye De was always proud of abandoned him at some point. He thought he was roaring, but what came out was only a hoarse and unpleasant sound - was his throat injured? He couldn't even feel it.
I wonder in confusion, is there any part of me that is intact?
It was too late, and he didn't have a second chance to shout; Ye De was already very close to them, and he could even vaguely see his face lying on the sack.
Even if these ordinary people get up and run now, it's too late.
If he rushes between ordinary people, the attacks from behind will undoubtedly pass over them - being chased all the way down by the people behind him, Ye De already knows the attack methods against the pursuers.
:When he heard the sharp sound like a thin blade piercing the air coming from behind him again, he knew that ordinary people on the ground could not escape.
Unless he stops and waits for a huge flesh and blood lotus to bloom on his back.
But they are so close to their destination. Ye De is too unwilling to stop now. As long as he is given ten more seconds, no, even five seconds - but ordinary people beside the city road -
When Ye De suddenly stopped, a sharp sound of metal clashing sounded in the air.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of scalp-numbing sounds unique to cutting metal immediately broke the silence in the dark city road; people on the ground were awakened one after another, and crawled one after another in the suddenly rich smell of blood.
Get up. In their confusion and fear, some people retreated and fled, and some recognized the figure standing upright in the darkness.
"Batou De!" A woman shouted, which made Ye De tremble all over and almost fell to the ground.
"Go quickly,"
Before the "head" was completely destroyed, he sent his voice to her ears, and to the ears of more ordinary people ahead: "Don't go to the left... ahead."
Is this what it felt like when the product of your own evolutionary ability was destroyed by a more powerful evolutionary ability? From the corner of his eye, Ye De saw snow-white sparks and nearly pitch-black blood flying and splashing in the dim city road - his
"Human Head", his message receiving station, the silver-white ball that was boiled out bit by bit, is now used as a shield. Under the attack of the pursuer, it is quickly cut and worn, turning into brilliant white lightning.
flower.
Even so, it could only barely block the vital parts of his body; the rest of his skin, flesh and blood were directly exposed to countless thin blades. He would rather expose his bones and let the pursuers cut them than be like this now.
.
Since a ball has been destroyed, he might as well destroy it to the end... He gritted his teeth and used his ball message receiving station to withstand the attack from behind with difficulty, and even pushed the thin blade out a little bit.
In his blurry field of vision, the figures of ordinary people fled forward one after another, and no one entered the forked road on the left side of the city road. From the perspective of the pursuer behind him, he might have thought that there was no forked road on the left at all, right?
This conjecture was soon confirmed: when Ye De rushed out half-pounced, half-rolled, and suddenly plunged into the left fork, the pursuer did not stop his pace for a moment, and passed him in a single stroke--
Then, from the front of the city road, there was a scratching sound as he stopped hastily.
He will rush back into the fork in a moment; the time left for Ye De is probably only a fraction of a second.
After he fell to the ground, he had no time to stand up again. He simply kicked off the ground and rolled out along the empty city road - when the wounds on his back were squeezed and opened layer by layer, he even thought he would
He rolled like this and passed out.
When Ye De rolled in front of a chair, the pursuer behind him also arrived. He stretched out his arms and hurriedly stopped the rolling, but when he got up to avoid it, it was already too late - then
The pursuer grabbed him, and the wind from the blow even made his skin ache. However, he never expected that the opponent's grasp failed.
Ye De, who was seriously injured and nearly collapsed, lay on the ground with his eyes closed tightly, waiting for the next attack; but after a few seconds, the surroundings were still quiet.
He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was the only one left in the quiet and dim city road.
"How...how..." He opened his mouth hoarsely and shouted: "Lin Sanjiu? Is that you?"
There was no response from Chengdao.
Most of his silver-white spheres were cut and worn away, and they are now useless. The remaining six spheres are scattered in other places. They will not be able to get them back for a while, and they will not be able to send a message to ask what happened to Lin Sanjiu.
All he knew was that when he ran to the chair where Dreadlock was standing vigil, he could not go any further. At this moment, he was sitting in the empty city road, his consciousness becoming clear and blurry at times.
What Ye De didn't know was that Lin Sanjiu was actually standing in another subspace a few steps away from him.
The dreadlocked man pressed his back against the wall, hiding far away from her; and the man who was still chasing Ye De just now, after being punched to the ground by Lin Sanjiu, had already used his consciousness to firmly
The neck was stuck - the other party's skills were a bit mediocre and didn't give her much room to display.
"Hey, it's really you." She pulled off the other person's robe and hat, and her eyes fell on the beard, not too surprised. "It seems that you got the news one step ahead and knew that you were exposed?"
The bearded uncle, who still looked like an ordinary person, was pressed to the ground at this moment, struggling to breathe, struggling and coughing, and asked: "What, what's going on..."
"What's the strange thing that you find strange?" Lin Sanjiu said with a smile, in the tone of a conversation at the breakfast table: "How did you expose it? Or did Batou De clearly not step on the space where you left it?
Items, but you who were standing behind him jumped into this space?"
Bearded Beard couldn't answer, and Lin Sanjiu had no intention of explaining it to him.
"Don't worry, wait until everyone is here," she said slowly, "you will know the answer naturally. What, you should call Zhong Qing here, right?"
