Rat Tide

"South! Escape south! There are cliffs and forests to the south, the terrain is complex!" Wang Ji made a quick decision. Wang Ji possessed psychokinesis, and with the enhancement of Iron Will, his scanning range reached a full 40-meter radius with much higher precision. The more complex the terrain, the better it was for Wang Ji's escape.

As for ordinary martial artists, even with superior physiques, if they stepped into a void, wouldn't they need to adjust their posture? If the ground was soft, wouldn't it significantly affect their speed? Certainly!

With the boost of psychokinesis, Wang Ji's speed reached 89m/s, almost equivalent to an entry-level Warlord. Furthermore, with psychokinesis quickly scanning the road ahead to determine the best footing in advance, and even using it to push aside blocking vines and branches, his speed suffered almost no decay.

Behind him, although Liu Zhendong was a veteran entry-level Warlord whose speed could reach nearly 110m/s, in this jungle, he could only exert a speed slightly faster than Wang Ji.

The gap in speed was slowly closing, but it was not an overwhelming advantage.

"Faster! A little faster!" His micro-level footwork was also integrated into his escape. Often, with a light flicker of his body, Wang Ji could dodge large trees ahead without affecting his speed at all.

As for the people behind him, sprinting at a speed of nearly a hundred meters per second, there were always moments where they nearly couldn't brake in time and were about to hit a tree, forcing them to lose some speed to avoid it before accelerating again.

But the three men behind were Warlord-level after all, and the distance was closing.

"You can't escape! Surrender now, and I might spare your life!" Liu Zhendong roared.

Seeing Liu Zhendong, who had already entered his 40-meter range, Wang Ji flicked his hand, and a flying knife shot rapidly toward the rear. It headed straight for Liu Zhendong's throat as if it had eyes.

"What the hell! This kid is running with his back turned, yet his flying knife is this accurate!" Liu Zhendong almost didn't react, braking urgently and using his arm shield to block the flying knife.

"Clang!..." The flying knife left a half-centimeter deep scratch on the arm shield.

"Damn it!" Liu Zhendong was terrified. What grade was this flying knife? At least grade seven or eight! To be this sharp! If it had pierced his body... Liu Zhendong shuddered.

Because of this delay, the distance widened by more than a hundred meters again.

"Kid, don't run!" Liu Zhendong continued the chase.

"Whoosh!" It is easy to see a mountain but hard to reach it. Seven or eight minutes later, Wang Ji finally rushed into the mountain forest.

Behind him, Liu Zhendong, Dayang, and Kezi were still in hot pursuit.

"Whoosh!" Ahead was a cliff, a full hundred meters high. But Wang Ji rushed down as if he didn't know it was there.

Wang Ji appeared to be thrillingly using his feet and hands to borrow and dissipate force on the sheer cliff, but in reality, his 1,200kg of psychokinesis was already providing support at the soles of his combat boots, his belt, and other areas. Although it looked extremely dangerous, it was actually perfectly safe.

The three men behind him were different. Their faces turned livid as they watched Wang Ji jump off the cliff as if he were throwing his life away. A height of over a hundred meters was enough to cause them a fracture if they weren't careful. The three of them braked hard, stopping precariously at the edge of the cliff.

"Ahhh!" Liu Zhendong was furious. He threw the shield in his hand violently, and it let out a soul-shaking whistle as it smashed toward Wang Ji. Wang Ji's psychokinesis was mainly focused on supporting his own body; even if he could divert some, he couldn't block this force of over ten thousand kilograms.

"Bang!" After a slight obstruction, the shield smashed into Wang Ji's back.

"Pfft!" Wang Ji spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he had the protection of his grade 5 combat suit, he still felt as if his body was about to fall apart.

"Essence Source, 10 points!" Wang Ji roared inwardly.

His physical injuries were instantly restored, leaving only a hint of comfort that slightly improved Wang Ji's physical fitness. It also restored much of the energy he had exhausted during his extreme burst.

Wang Ji continued to flee without looking back.

"Change route! Chase!" Liu Zhendong's face was livid.

"This..." Dayang and Kezi, the two Warlords, hesitated. This Wang Ji was showing speed almost equal to theirs; he wasn't someone they could crush easily as they had originally thought. No wonder the captain didn't come. The captain's judgment was indeed unique. If they couldn't kill him, they would be making an enemy, leaving behind future trouble.

"After this is done, 20 million for each of you!" Liu Zhendong gritted his teeth and said.

"Fine! Then we chase!" The three jumped down quickly from a slightly gentler part of the mountain and continued the pursuit.

"Damn! Like a plaster!" Wang Ji glanced back; the three were still hanging on over a thousand meters away, following him doggedly.

"County! The county has many high-rise buildings and complex streets, good for hiding!" Wang Ji thought.

In the blink of an eye, he quickly changed direction. While running, he sent a distress message to Jiang Nian, "Help me..."

County 0231.

Wang Ji leaped and sprinted between high-rise buildings. It looked like he was risking his life, and one careless move could send him falling from a high building; even if he didn't break his bones, he would fall into a monster's nest. But in reality, he was steady as a rock.

It was just tough for the pursuers behind him.

"Ding! Dungeon discovered: Rat Tide! Please approach the dungeon to enter."

When Wang Ji heard the words "Rat Tide," his body almost fell off the high building. A Rat Tide! A terrifyingly horrific Rat Tide! But in the blink of an eye, he realized it wasn't a real Rat Tide, but a Dungeon: Rat Tide! A dungeon!

Dungeons were places one could enter physically. And time in the dungeon also passed, just 10 times faster than the outside world.

If he hid in the dungeon for 1 day...

In a flash, Wang Ji circled the area indicated by the prompt a few times and quickly determined the dungeon's location. He led Liu Zhendong around like a dog again, and in a blind spot where he couldn't be seen from behind, he thought, "Enter dungeon! Physical entry!"

"Ding! Entering dungeon: Rat Tide! Dungeon mission: Survive. Remaining entries 2/3."

In an instant, the space changed.

Wang Ji stood on the 14th floor of a high-rise building.

"Rat Tide! It's a Rat Tide! Run!" A shrill scream rang out.

Wang Ji leaped directly from the 14th floor—upward. Yes, upward. His psychokinesis carried his arm shield to rise rapidly into the air, and Wang Ji stood on the shield.

"Chirp..." With a clear eagle cry, Wang Ji saw two giant golden eagles circling high in the sky. Seeing this incomparable speed, Wang Ji understood, "These are high-level Warlord-grade monsters!"

Good heavens, the sky really wasn't that easy to fly in. Especially during a monster tide, the sky was definitely not a good place to be.

Without waiting for the giant eagles to attack, Wang Ji jumped down from the air. "Bang!"

Run! Escape quickly!

With his spirit reading only at the primary warrior level, his flight speed was at most 20 meters per second, making him a sitting duck in the air. He had to break out from the ground.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." Countless rats surged out from the underground, the stairwells, the sewers, and every other nook and cranny. The small ones were the size of house cats, while the large ones were as big as wild boars.

Run!

"Squeak!" Countless rats swarmed toward Wang Ji.

"Get lost!" Wang Ji cleaved two to death with a single strike, but dozens more surged forward in an instant. "Throwing knives! Use the throwing knives!"

Three throwing knives transformed into a streak of black light. Although they only possessed 1,200kg of force, they were Grade 8 throwing knives! They were incomparably sharp!

In an instant, the soldier-level rats fell like wheat. Indeed, when it came to clearing out small fry, a spirit reader was uniquely gifted; one person was worth an entire squad.

"Squeak!" A wild boar-sized rat lunged at Wang Ji. This had to be a commander-level beast. Wang Ji swung his battle blade down rapidly, and with a flick of his mind, an egg-sized smoke bomb from his backpack flew toward the commander-level rat. Just as the rat prepared to swat it with its claws, "Bang!" the smoke bomb detonated instantly.

In a heartbeat, smoke carrying a pungent and acrid odor enveloped the entire rat.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!..." The rat shrieked in panic, dodging rapidly to the side. If it had been an ordinary smoke bomb, the rat would have escaped it instantly. But this smoke was controlled by Wang Ji's spirit reading. The smoke particles followed the rat's rapid movements.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..." Continuously shrouded by the smoke, the rat was thrown into a state of panic.

"Pfft!" Under the scan of Wang Ji's spirit sense, his blade plunged rapidly into the commander-level rat's body, twisted to destroy all its internal organs, and then withdrew in a flash.

"Squeak, squeak..." More rats were already surging in.

Wang Ji was surrounded!

Stepping onto his shield, Wang Ji rose rapidly into the air for several dozen meters, leaped onto a building, and then quickly jumped into another street.

"Squeak..." Once again, rats discovered Wang Ji. A new slaughter began.

Wang Ji's body was covered in the foul-smelling blood of the rats. He no longer knew how many places he had changed or how many rats he had killed. He was simply killing, killing, killing, mechanically!

"Roar!" A roar of grief and indignation!

It wasn't a monster! It was a human! It was the roar of a human!

Wang Ji rose rapidly into the air, "That is..."