"Safety Talisman!"
"Safety Talisman!"
"Safety Talisman!"
Over the past few days, Jiang Hao had saved up several talismans and used every last one on himself. Big Brother Jackie Chan and Big Brother Jet Li had both told him never to be stingy when using gems.
He channeled all the spiritual power in his body into his legs and sprinted through the rubble. With Death hunting him down, Jiang Hao knew his luck stat was in the negatives. Hiding somewhere and hoping to survive was a dead end; only by constantly fleeing could he stay alive.
"Whoosh—boom!"
A massive chunk of magma wreathed in flames crashed down behind Jiang Hao. The blast wave sent him stumbling, and he had to roll across the ground before getting back to his feet.
He kept running.
He finally reached the foot of the mountain. A vast prairie stretched ahead, and Jiang Hao hurriedly took out his off-road motorcycle. He swung onto it and twisted the throttle hard. The bike roared forward. The grassland was far from flat, filled with gullies and dips, and Jiang Hao had to struggle to keep from being thrown off whenever he tore across them.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Several volcanic rocks fell from the sky toward Jiang Hao. He swerved left and right without pause, dodging the first two but failing to avoid the last. The truck-sized boulder slammed down right beside him.
Dirt exploded into the air, blasting Jiang Hao and his motorcycle more than ten meters away.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"
He spat out the dirt in his mouth, not daring to waste even a second. He grabbed the motorcycle and climbed back on. He hit the electric starter, but nothing happened. Damn it, was it really going to fail him at a crucial moment? He kicked it hard