Hold On

This was the volcanic region among the many worlds inside the "Maze Cube."

The sky was dim, thick smoke billowed, and active volcanoes rising and falling in succession formed stretches of mountain ranges. Every corner of this scorched land was steeped in the searing, pungent stench of gunpowder smoke and sulfur.

At this very moment, four figures were locked in a fierce contest in the vast skies above the volcanic range.

Charging at the very front was Rat Master Hunter Weimeng.

His expression was strained, his clothes torn to shreds, and more than half the skin on his face had been burned and ulcerated. Blood and sweat mingled amid his stinging wounds, while his tightly furrowed features brimmed with weakness and exhaustion.

The three figures pursuing Weimeng all the way behind him were the three elite clowns he had encountered earlier: Lü Zhi, Feilusa, and Gomodole.

Twenty minutes had now passed since the hunter and the clowns had first met.

Throughout that time, Weimeng had been fleeing for his life almost without pause.

Yet no matter where he hid, no matter how he used the Maze Cube's complex, ever-changing terrain to circle around the clowns, Lü Zhi, Feilusa, and Gomodole—these madmen who took pleasure in slaughter and torment—never lost their patience. Through special means, they were even able to continuously track down Weimeng's whereabouts.

As a result, the battered Weimeng had almost no chance to catch his breath, and his physical and mental condition worsened and withered away by the minute.

"Phew, phew, phew—"

With a strained expression, Weimeng panted heavily as he spiraled low along the volcanic peaks, still trying to use the terrain to shake off the clowns pursuing him.

He was tired. He was in pain. But he knew he had to keep going.

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