How could I be so unlucky! Chen Han was driven mad as he fled at top speed. Even though he was fast, Wang Baole, who was behind him, was even faster. As he chased after Wang Baole, the surrounding fog churned violently as his killing intent locked onto Wang Baole, chen Han felt as if his body was about to explode under the lock of the Qi dynamic.
This fellow... is too sick! Chen Han’s scalp tingled, he felt his body tingle, and even his soul was slightly affected. He even had the feeling that the person chasing after him wasn’t a person. It was more like endless light, endless blood, and endless devouring.
If not, why did his body feel as if it was being melted by the light amidst the piercing pain? Why did the blood in his body seem to lose control, as if it was being pulled by the aura behind him, as if the blood was one with him, however, it was clear that... He and Wang Baole were not related.
