"Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah!!!
White Horse, run! Run faster! They're about to catch us!"
Ying Ming Hao clung tightly to Ye Hua as they rode White Horse in a desperate gallop, with Little Chicken Kun tucked against his chest!
His heart burned with anxiety. He kept lashing his riding whip, swinging it so fast it almost left afterimages.
Sensing his rider's tension, White Horse neighed repeatedly, but panic sent all four legs acting independently, turning his gallop into a stumbling mess.
Dozens of hideous, vicious Centipede Demons pursued them close behind, baring their claws and fangs as they charged menacingly.
Wherever they passed, trees on both sides toppled with a chorus of rustling crashes.
Birds and beasts that failed to flee in time were instantly flattened beneath these enormous creatures, reduced to bloody patties of mangled flesh.
Streams of green centipede venom shot from behind, raining down like a dense volley of arrows.
Yet Ying Ming Hao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, deftly steering White Horse left and right to dodge.
Even so, the gap between them steadily shrank. Their pursuers were about to catch up.
"Great ones, this is a misunderstanding!
It's really just a misunderstanding!"
Ying Ming Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice brimming with despair and helplessness.
He felt his luck had hit rock bottom, bringing this calamity down on him for no reason.
He had clearly never killed those Centipede Demons. He had even generously parted with three precious pills, yet somehow he had earned this bitter hatred.
"Junior Brother, stop begging! Your pleas have practically pierced the entire forest, and they haven't done a thing! Hurry up and think of a way to escape, or we'll really end up on their dinner plates!"
Ye Hua