A Bizarre Scene

The power possessed by high-level Magic Beast is terrifying to the point of despair, and their strength barrier is like an insurmountable chasm.

Even though they were veteran players who had reached level 100, they were as fragile as paper in front of high-level Magic Beast, and had no power to resist at all.

Shen Long gazed into the distance; the outline of the temporary gathering place was still far away, and the two were still some distance from the Safe Zone.

The sounds of wolves hunting behind them continued to come; the players from the White Nation clearly couldn't hold out much longer.

At this moment, Shen Long was extremely anxious, and a glimmer of hope kept rising in his heart, wishing that another team of players would appear from the temporary gathering place ahead.

If another team appears, he can use the player team to slow down Silver Wolf, just like before.

But the harsh reality is that good fortune doesn't always favor the same person.

This time, no other players appeared to serve as cannon fodder for Shen Long in resisting the Magic Beast.

Anxiety Entangle Shen Long's heart like vines. He quickly assessed his own resources.

The Angry Birds Way has strict usage restrictions; it can only be triggered once a day, and it cannot be used again at present.

The only mobility skill has a two-minute cooldown.

However, this skill has a limited displacement distance, and even if it is successfully used, it is difficult to shake off the Silver Wolf that is chasing closely behind.

As his thoughts raced, Shen Long took a quick glance at the White Nation Youth beside him while running.

This young man, who is called God, comes from an extraordinary background, and the power behind him should not be underestimated.

But if they were to perish in this wilderness, dying under the Claw of Magic Beast, no one would be able to find out that this tragedy was related to them.

Unbeknownst to Shen Long, the white youth beside him was harboring the exact same scheme.

On the surface, the two were running away side by side, but in reality, the young man had already been secretly plotting how to find an opportunity to use Shen Long to restrain the ferocious Silver Wolf and create a chance for himself to escape.

Both were cautious and cunning individuals with considerable combat prowess, yet both harbored ulterior motives.

They walked side by side, seemingly escaping together, but in reality, they were wary of each other, secretly waiting for the perfect opportunity to sacrifice the other to save themselves.

Finally, a final, piercing scream erupted from the open field behind them, vanishing instantly in the wind.

No more hurried, chaotic footsteps followed from behind; the only sounds in the world seemed to be the panting of Shen Long and his companion as they ran, and the low, fierce roar of the Silver Wolf slowly approaching.

The answer is self-evident.

The fourteen players from the White Nation behind him all died under the Silver Wolf's sharp Tusk and Claw.

Shen Long and the White Nation Youth's expressions changed drastically.

These fourteen players are not ordinary novices.

They are all top-tier powerhouses who have reached the level 100 mark. Any one of them could cause quite a stir in the player community, earning respect and admiration, and possessing the strength to stand alone.

But the cruel reality was right in front of them: they couldn't even last a minute against this high-level Magic Beast before becoming mere stepping stones to slightly slow Magic Beast down.

A bone-chilling cold crept up their spines and into their heads. Shen Long and the White Nation Youth beside him were shaken to their core, an overwhelming panic engulfing them. They ran forward frantically, their hearts filled with lingering fear.

Unbeknownst to the two, Silver Wolf had entered a berserk state, his mind was disordered, and his attacks were completely haphazard.

If the Silver Wolf were in its normal state, it wouldn't even need to relentlessly pursue them; it could easily slaughter all fourteen people.

A strong, pungent smell of blood swept in from behind, forcefully penetrating my nostrils.

Shen Long's body stiffened abruptly. He could already imagine the ferocious Silver Wolf opening its blood-red maw, dripping with saliva, right in front of him.

His strong will to survive prevailed over his reason.

"No! I absolutely cannot die here!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Shen Long could no longer care about anything else. With a slight tremor of his right hand, the fine iron hook chain hidden in his sleeve suddenly slid out. With a powerful flick of his wrist, a cold light pierced the air, and the sharp hook flew straight towards the white youth beside him!

"As expected, that Old Dog was planning to attack me!"

The young white man was already on guard. Seeing Shen Long suddenly attack, he growled angrily in a low voice. His clear blue eyes instantly turned a strange crimson, and an unpredictable power surged within him.

Almost at the same instant, the grappling hook carrying the chain whistled through the air and tightly Entangle around the young man's torso.

"They've got me entangled!"

A surge of wild joy suddenly flashed in Shen Long's eyes. He immediately exerted force to tighten the hook chain in his hand, intending to use the pull to throw the other party behind him and use him as a shield to block the Silver Wolf.

But the next moment, the scene before him caused Shen Long's pupils to contract sharply, and his heart to surge with turmoil.

Just as the hook and chain were about to tighten completely, the white youth's body collapsed and deformed inward along with the force of the chain's contraction.

That bizarre appearance had no trace of flesh and blood; it was as if the person standing before him was not human at all, but a humanoid phantom formed from water.

"Laugh."

With a soft click, the hook tightened sharply, snapping the white youth's body in two, the two pieces falling heavily to the ground.

Shen Long subconsciously swallowed hard, his face showing undisguised shock.

"What... what exactly are you?"

What was happening before his eyes completely overturned Shen Long's long-held understanding. How could a mortal body possess such strange characteristics?

However, the horror was far from over; an even more unbelievable scene unfolded next.

The two bodies, torn apart by the hook and chain, had a liquid-like shimmer flowing from their surfaces. They rapidly approached each other and merged together.

In just a few breaths, his broken body was perfectly restored, returning him to his original, intact form as the white youth.

The reborn youth was deathly pale, his aura clearly greatly diminished. He glanced coldly at Shen Long, said nothing more, and turned to run away at full speed.

In this operation, the White Nation suffered heavy losses.

Fourteen top-tier level 100 players perished, and even the seemingly strongest player from the White Nation, Cannon, was killed by Silver Wolf.

Even he himself had just lost his life and paid a great price to rebuild his body.

The wind howled, carrying the young man's cold, chilling vows from afar.

"Shen Long, I will never let you get away with this."