"Chase, hurry and chase him! He went that way! With wounds so severe, he won't get far!"
A man's vicious voice reached Xiao Jinli's ears.
Immediately after, two sets of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the summit.
One set was urgent and panicked, while the other was just as urgent but orderly.
Su Yichen was holding onto his shoulder wound, and fresh blood continued to seep out from it. His face and white shirt were covered in bloodstains. The swelling and bruising on his face made it hard to recognize him.
He didn't know how long he had been running, and now had no strength left to keep running.
When he reached the summit, there was a giant pine tree. nothing else but a steep cliff in front of him.
There was nowhere left to run.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, he saw the figures coming closer and closer, and his eyes couldn't help but show despair.
Was he really going to die here?
He couldn't accept it!
He was only 18 years old.
