The dense white bandages swirled like a vine whip.
The Doomsday Messenger, leaning on his crutch, staggered towards his target.
Each time the crutch struck the ground, it felt as if a blow had landed on Wang Xinfei's chest, accompanied by an uncomfortable prickling sensation.
"Kui Kui! Dodge!"
"Kui kui!"
The armored horse abandoned its assault and changed course to a sprint.
The Doomsday Messenger relentlessly pursued. The seemingly funny movements concealed a horrifyingly aggressive force. Wang Xinfei dared not let her guard down and frequently looked back to check its movements.
"Argh! Die! Die! Die!"
Failing to catch the armored horse in a short span of time, the madness and fury of the Doomsday Messenger intensified.
The white bandages continuously extended, like a spider's web aiming to constrict the armored horse's freedom of movement.
Eventually, after fifteen minutes of pursuit, the armored horse was entangled by the Doomsday Messenger.
