The pursuer rushed into the woods, looking around, anxiously looking for Mark's trace. The spear in his hand exuded a faint blue light, and the energy fluctuations spread in the air, making people feel a sense of oppression. Several frightened birds flew out of the woods, flapping their wings, and quickly disappeared into the sky. The pursuer seemed to have lost the trace of Mark. He stomped his feet irritably, and his black robe fluttered in the wind.
"Gulu Gulu Hula Jili?" The pursuer seemed to curse again in a low voice, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a roar from the depths of his throat. He raised his spear and swept across the treetops. The faint blue energy beam cut the branches and leaves like a sharp blade, forcing Mark to jump down from the tree. The leaves fell one after another, like a green rain.
Mark seized the opportunity, took a deep breath, and jumped down from the tree. When he landed, he rolled a few times to relieve the impact and rolled into a dense bush to avoid the attack. The branches of the bushes scratched his cheeks and arms, leaving small wounds, but he didn't care. He quickly got up and ran deep into the woods, pulling away from the pursuer.
The pursuer saw Mark's figure, roared, and chased him again. The spear in his hand kept shooting out energy beams, blasting holes in the woods, breaking the trees in half, making a "crackling" sound. The birds and beasts in the woods fled everywhere, and the terrified cries came one after another, breaking the original tranquility.
Mark shuttled through the woods, dodging the pursuer's attacks flexibly, using trees and bushes as cover, constantly changing directions, making it difficult for the pursuer to lock his position. His breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat soaked his clothes, but he didn't dare to stop. He knew that once he stopped, it would mean death.
He ran through a meadow full of wild flowers, and the colorful wild flowers swayed in the breeze, emitting bursts of fragrance. He ran through the woods, dodging the energy beams of the pursuer behind him.
"Whoosh!" A dark blue energy beam flew past Mark's ear and hit a tree trunk beside him. "Boom!" With a loud bang, the tree trunk exploded, and wood chips and leaves scattered like flowers from heaven, shaking the forest. The air was filled with the smell of burnt wood, mixed with the fishy smell of soil, which made Mark feel suffocated.
Mark didn't dare to stop at all. He crouched and quickly shuttled through the woods, looking for a place to hide. Sometimes he hid behind a thick tree trunk, sometimes jumped over the branches lying on the ground, and sometimes passed through the low bushes. His movements were agile and flexible, like a cheetah in the jungle, wandering between life and death.
Finally, Mark came to the edge of a cliff. Under the cliff was a bottomless abyss, which scattered like clouds and flowers, shaking the forest. He stopped and turned to face the pursuer. The pursuer also stopped. He stood opposite Mark, with a spear in his hand flashing a dark blue light, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
Mark took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked at the cliff behind him and then at the pursuer on the opposite side. He knew that he had no way to escape.
"What do you want?" Mark asked, with a tremor in his voice.
The pursuer waved the spear in his hand and muttered, "Jili Gulu Hula Ba!"