The zombie horde below was savage, their eyes red with slaughter.
"Still trying to run?"
At that moment, Flying Hound closed in on his target. His claws slashed out, aiming straight for Han Jingchuan's back.
The sound of tearing wind rang out as the air itself was ripped apart.
Sensing danger, Han Jingchuan did not even turn around. He rolled to the side, narrowly evading the attack.
At the same time, his psychic power spread out, forming steel spikes that pierced Flying Hound's mind.
"Roar—"
For that brief instant, Flying Hound lost focus. His brain throbbed with excruciating pain, as though boiling oil had been poured into it.
When he recovered his senses, he found that Han Jingchuan had pulled farther away again.
Flying Hound flew into a rage.
That guy was as slippery as a loach and truly difficult to catch.
An S-rank Mental Type awakener did have some skills.
"Hmph! Move aside. This human is mine."
Duo'er's voice came from behind him.
Han Jingchuan's brows knitted together. He felt his ankle tighten, and when he looked down, he discovered pink flowers blooming beneath his feet at some unknown time.
This is bad!
A sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
Because at that moment, the sound of tearing wind rang out beside his ear again.
Duo'er's five fingers were like iron hooks as they clawed straight at his head.
Han Jingchuan had nowhere left to dodge.
In his haste, he instinctively raised an arm to block.
Squelch!
Duo'er's sharp claws tore through his combat uniform and sank into his forearm. Blood flowed freely.
"Die!"
Duo'er let out a savage roar, sweeping her other claw across. Her five nails were like daggers, and in the next second, they were about to slash his throat open.
But at that moment,