Chapter 670

Obviously, it wanted to reap the benefits of the struggle, waiting for the two to end up dead or injured before coming out to pick up the spoils.

Thinking back to the life-and-death struggle just now, with a massive creature lurking nearby, watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey, both men felt a chill run down their spines. Hu Bin, in particular, had released his full spiritual sense while battling He Lingchuan, precisely to keep an eye on all directions and avoid falling into the opponent's traps. Who would have thought such a giant beast was lurking nearby without him noticing? Faced with this unexpected situation, the Wushou leader stopped pretending; it lowered its head to sniff the corpse of the Wushou on the ground, its yellow eyes shooting out rays of fury.

The two subordinates had been killed by these two foreign creatures, and that Lei Qing giant beast egg was also missing, so it would just kill both of them!

He Lingchuan cautiously watched its movements, while hurriedly stuffing a Shuzhu into his mouth, and distracted, asked Hu Bin: "Still want to decide the winner?"

Hu Bin gave a cold snort.

He didn't answer directly, but He Lingchuan knew this fellow was already wavering.

No matter who it is, facing a boss-level creature like the Wushou leader brings the fear of being engulfed by the abyss.

This was not a monster they could handle in a one-on-one fight.

Especially when the supply of Shuzhu was severely insufficient, humans had even less confidence.

Dragging on until now, He Lingchuan only had nine Shuzhu left, which was enough for one hour and fifteen minutes; if the battle was intense, the time would be even shorter.

After experiencing a super-long sandstorm, Hu Bin probably wasn't well-off either. This fellow's original plan might have been to kill He Lingchuan and then take the remaining Shuzhu from him, so he would have enough time to walk out of the mountain area.

But the arrival of the Wushou leader completely disrupted this plan.

No one wanted to challenge an angry monster of quasi-lord level; they were left with only one path: flight.

The Wushou leader hissed a few times, and there was an immediate response in the wilderness.

Other Wushou were approaching this place rapidly.

Both men cursed inwardly; one leader was hard enough to deal with, and now they had to add a few smaller ones? He Lingchuan was even more straightforward: "Goodbye!"

He tore a Shunfeng Talisman and stuck it on his body, then took off running down the mountain.

In the Fu Realm, going down the mountain is definitely less strenuous than going up.

As he fled for his life, footsteps sounded beside him.

He Lingchuan turned his head to look, and Hu Bin had followed.

"What grudge or grievance do I have with you? Why must you be so murderous?"

After the battle just now, He Lingchuan had discovered that this fellow's fighting style wasn't like a mercenary's, but rather like he had some deep-seated hatred for him.

Hu Bin kept a cold face and didn't say a word, but the look he cast seemed to wish he could burn two holes in He Lingchuan.

He stopped pretending, and the resentment in his eyes was even greater than that of the Wushou leader chasing closely behind.

Catching a flash of a shadow in the corner of his left eye, He Lingchuan crawled forward; to put it nicely, it was a fierce tiger landing, to put it bluntly, it was a dog eating mud, but either way, his limbs hit the ground.

Fortunately, his reaction was fast; just as he lay down, a shadow swept over him from the side. If he had maintained his running posture, he would inevitably have been pounced on.

These Wushou were good at wolf-pack tactics, knowing how to flank and ambush; this one came from the side, wanting to catch the two by surprise.

It moved very fast, leaping into the air, wanting to bite He Lingchuan's back.

But the opponent was even more cunning than it; as soon as he said he'd hit the ground, he hit the ground, and the Wushou's big mouth snapped shut, biting only air.

Hu Bin braked in time and also avoided this pounce.

But the thing most feared when fleeing for one's life is slowing down; his hesitation immediately made him the target of the Wushou.

In contrast, He Lingchuan slapped the ground with both hands, took advantage of the momentum to do a front flip, his body spinning like a windmill in the air, and when he landed, he was still on his feet, continuing to run wildly!

This move was exceptionally light and beautiful, and more importantly, practical, with almost no need to slow down.

The two continued forward, He Lingchuan in front, Hu Bin trailing about five zhang behind him.

No matter what kind of beast you are fleeing from, be it a bear demon, a tiger demon, or a Wushou, the universal iron rule is that you don't have to outrun them; you only need to outrun your companion.

Now, Hu Bin, trailing by a few zhang, was the target of the Wushou.

In terms of running speed, these guys were not inferior to the two men at all. What was even more terrifying was that they could spit frost and green flames; the combination of various long-range attack methods and agile movements really made the two men's escape journey less than pleasant.

Hu Bin glared hatefully at He Lingchuan's back, and not knowing what method he used, He Lingchuan heard a bang from behind, and this person flew seven or eight zhang from behind, suddenly landing in front of He Lingchuan.

He still had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

If he had used this move during the battle just now, Hu Bin might have been able to escape at any time.

He Lingchuan was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Crossing the hillside, to the left was a cliff.

At this moment, heavy footsteps came from behind.

He Lingchuan turned his head to look; the Wushou leader had caught up.

Going down the mountain is easier than going up, and the Wushou leader simply ignored the gravity of the Fu Realm, approaching rapidly with a lightness that did not match its tonnage.

It ran faster than He Lingchuan, who was wearing a talisman, and even had the ability to hover in the air for a short time!

He discovered the Wushou leader's big head getting closer and larger in his field of vision.

It was so large that he could see it was missing a left front tooth in its mouth.

And then, it spat a mouthful of frost at him.

He Lingchuan opened his spiritual sense fully, barely dodging it in the nick of time, but this delay caused the distance between him and the Wushou leader to close once again! Hu Bin also glanced back, and the coldness and pleasure in his eyes made He Lingchuan understand that although he had no time to attack, he would very much enjoy the process of the Wushou leader taking revenge for him.

This person was not pretentious; as long as He Lingchuan died, it was fine; he didn't insist that he must die by his own hands.

After crossing the hillside, the road down the mountain opened up, not confined to just one path.

He Lingchuan made a sharp turn to the left, while tearing off the leather armor on his body and throwing it away.

This action also caused the distance between him and the Wushou leader to close by another two zhang.

The two sides were only seven zhang apart; for the Wushou leader, that was just the distance of one big jump.

However, the first to jump was not it, but He Lingchuan.

He rushed to the edge of the cliff, without the slightest hesitation, opened his arms, and jumped down! He even did an accelerated run-up before jumping.

Although it wasn't as exaggerated as a ten-thousand-zhang abyss below, there was still a drop of more than two hundred zhang.

The Fu Realm lacks water; there was no river at all below, and whoever fell would die.

The Wushou leader braked sharply, barely stopping at the edge of the cliff, and a human-like expression actually appeared on its face—

It was a bit surprised.

There were countless creatures that had been chased by them to a dead end and fallen off cliffs, but none were like the little human before it, who could actually soar in the air! Yes, He Lingchuan adjusted the angle and tore open the membrane under his ribs.

These two soft membranes were like opened wings, allowing him to glide with the wind.

As long as the angle was adjusted well, he could even use the airflow to fly upward.

When Fushan Yue ambushed the Treasure Tree Spirit Seed guard team at Fengmo Mountain, he used this kind of wing-gliding suit. He Lingchuan had specifically borrowed this set of gear from him before setting off.

The Fu Realm has many high mountains and strong winds, so he felt this thing might come in handy.

Now, the "might" opportunity had arrived.

Before jumping, he also added a special light-body talisman to his body to counter the strong gravity of the Fu Realm. The special light-body talisman produced by Songyang Mansion had excellent effects; this one could last for about fifty breaths.

For He Lingchuan's current situation, fifty breaths were enough.

The Wushou leader, after all, didn't have wings and couldn't chase him, so it had to fire two frost spits at him.

Under the mirror's prompt, He Lingchuan manipulated the gliding wings, narrowly dodging them, and then broke out of its range.

When gliding over the mountain col, he even waved at Hu Bin below, smiling exceptionally brightly—the latter was trying his best to dodge the Wushou's pursuit.

Seeing his free and easy manner, the look in the man's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

As He Lingchuan flew in another direction, he heard a roar from Hu Bin behind him: "He Lingchuan—"

He Lingchuan took a long breath.

The Wushou leader on the cliff had no way to pursue and had to turn back dejectedly.

Wasn't there still another target fleeing? It would vent all its anger on him!

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Hu Bin was running through the mountains, the plains were in sight, but his breathing became increasingly rapid.

The Shuzhu consumption was too fast!

If this continued, even if he wasn't bitten to death and eaten by the Wushou, he would die of suffocation.

He had used several dodging methods along the way, which had worked well against monsters and other Donaus beasts before, but this time he couldn't shake off the Wushou.

What on earth was going on?

In his anxiety, Hu Bin suddenly remembered a scene: before he lurked near He Lingchuan, this kid seemed to have scrubbed his knife and hands to remove the smell of blood.

That was it, the smell of blood!

And he himself had also stained his knife with beast blood when he cut off the head of that Wushou at the Lei Qing beast nest earlier! The Wushou leader identified the smell of its companion's blood and took him as the murderer, and also as the egg thief.

Details, they were all damn details!

So these few Wushou chasing He Lingchuan was just incidental; the real target had always been him! No wonder they were chasing him so relentlessly; he had actually become He Lingchuan's scapegoat!

High peaks, low valleys, rock strata cross-sections like sliced cake...

No plants, the surface plowed by wind blades and frost swords for years, just like the skin of this world.

From an overlooking perspective, one could better understand the coldness and bizarre nature of this world.

He Lingchuan glided more than ten miles with the help of the flying wings, searching the ground with his eyes, fully focused. He hadn't escaped danger at all; it was just that what threatened his life was no longer those few terrifying Wushou, but the harsh natural laws here: the remaining Shuzhu and the remaining time were definitely not enough for him to escape this mountain area.

But he still had hope.

The hope of survival was very likely hidden in this wind-battered mountain land.

The mirror suddenly called out: "Ground crack, there is a ground crack ahead, don't miss it!"

"I see it."

Among the steep ridges, there was a long ground crack, or what could be called an underground rift valley. He Lingchuan took a hurried glance; its depth exceeded twenty zhang (more than sixty meters), but the widest part of the crack might be less than five feet.

This was really great.

He circled a few times with the flying wings, slowed down, and finally landed steadily on the edge of the ground crack.

(End of chapter)