"Don't run!"
"Stop!"
The prisoner shouted harshly.
Although he had lost one leg and become a genuine cripple, he was not slow.
After all, the dead did not walk with their legs.
Perfectly reasonable.
He chased after him while roaring loudly. As his shackles swung, Jiang Qiao felt that everything ahead seemed to turn gray and hazy, while his limbs and body felt as if they were being bound by something.
He could not see it.
But deep constricting marks had clearly appeared on his skin.
"Get lost!"
Jiang Qiao's palm flickered.
The rule of "Cutting" flashed past, and with a crisp "snap," it severed the supernatural force attempting to bind him.
"Damn it!"
The prisoner's expression changed slightly.
The other party had effortlessly cut through his supernatural force, which shocked him somewhat.
This proved it.
This person was far stronger than him.
In the past, he might have given up the pursuit and stopped to think things over.
But not now.
Not only was Senior Gong following behind them, he absolutely would not allow him to give up. Besides, there was Yang Jing beside him, likewise driven to capture the person ahead.
He did not dare gamble.
This unpredictable Senior Gong might very well play a game of choosing one out of two.
In other words.
In the end, only one of the two would be allowed to live.
This was not groundless anxiety. Senior Gong really was that kind of person. As he put it, imperfection was true perfection. That was why he did many things that seemed extremely contradictory to outsiders.
For example, if you and your friend were being hunted by an evil spirit.
If he happened to pass by, he would very likely save you.
But don't celebrate yet.
Next.
He would make the two