Scared?
How could I be scared?
Wang Zong's eyes immediately gleamed with menace. Evil Thought in his heart was like a prairie fire, utterly uncontrollable.
He took a step forward, swept through the dense weeds, and charged ahead at tremendous speed. Then he stepped into empty air and plunged into a deep pit. There were not only venomous snakes below, but countless sharp spikes as well.
But such a trap was nothing more than a joke to him. He kicked off the wall, using the force to rapidly bounce between the walls before emerging from the pit.
"If that's all you're capable of, wash your neck and wait for death!" Wang Zong shot Nameless a glance and charged again.
Watching Wang Zong rapidly close in on him, Nameless could not help sighing inwardly. It seemed Wang Zong's resentment toward him ran deep. The psychological impact from the previous level must have been considerable.
But at this distance, things were becoming dangerous.
Nameless descended from the canopy and immediately darted into the forest. Seeing this, Wang Zong roared, "Don't run!" and accelerated after him once more.
This rhythm was very similar to the previous time. Nameless knew perfectly well that he was far slower than Wang Zong. He weaved through the woods, scattering powder behind him as he went. When Wang Zong pursued him, he inevitably inhaled a small amount of it.
Suddenly, Wang Zong drew a throwing knife and hurled it at Nameless. But Nameless had remained on guard and easily used the trees to evade the knife.
Just as Wang Zong wanted to close the distance further, a trap in one of the trees was triggered. A huge amount of poisonous powder rained down from above. He swiftly dodged to one side, avoiding most of it.
Nameless had to