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"": "His body had grown so heavy. It was as though countless invisible hands had seized his arms and legs and wrapped around his waist, slowing what should have been a headlong charge.
His pursuit became a slow walk.
Luo Bin had an Evil Spirit's razor-sharp nails.
Luo Bin had an Evil Spirit's strength, enough to tear limbs from a human body.
Did he actually... have an Evil Spirit's weaknesses too?
Luo Bin thought fast. He stopped in an instant rather than pursuing, giving You Jiang no chance to see that he could no longer run.
You Jiang staggered back another seven or eight steps, only stopping when he slammed into a tree trunk.
White bone showed through the bloody wound on his left hand. Blood gushed out like water from a broken pipe.
With a ripping sound, You Jiang tore a strip from his clothes and quickly wrapped it around the base of his forearm. Biting one end, he pulled it tight and tied a knot, finally stanching the bleeding.
Throughout this, You Jiang watched Luo Bin with hair-raising, desperate vigilance.
It was not that he had his priorities wrong or did not want to flee immediately. Without stopping the bleeding, he would die of blood loss within minutes.
Fortunately, Luo Bin did not charge straight at him.
Fortunately, he had been given time to stop the bleeding.
Yet this only made You Jiang feel more oppressed, more horrified, more terrified.
Because Luo Bin was smiling at him.
Because Luo Bin's gaze made him feel as though every part of him lay exposed, as though those eyes had sealed off every corner around him.
When a cat caught a mouse, it would stare at its prey and toy with it until it was