Even wounded, Trunks fled swiftly. Broken old tree roots and thick bushes seemed to pose no obstacle to him.
But his injuries still prevented him from reaching his full speed. At the peak of his physical condition, Han Shuo used the Yuan Demon's surveillance to haunt Trunks's heels, steadily closing the distance between them.
Trunks had long since pulled the bolt out of his buttock as he ran. He had intended to tend to the wound, but when he noticed Han Shuo pursuing him, he had no choice but to abandon the idea. Ignoring the bleeding wound, he continued his desperate flight.
The chase continued for dozens of minutes. With his astonishing endurance, Trunks gritted his teeth and held on. Whenever Han Shuo appeared within his sight, he tapped into his reserves and accelerated again, trying to leave Han Shuo behind.
Unfortunately for him, through practicing the Demonic Cultivation Art and enduring one painful ordeal after another, Han Shuo had long since tempered his originally weak character into unyielding resolve. His tenacity exceeded anything Trunks had imagined. Throughout the pursuit, Han Shuo never slowed for an instant. Instead, he chased harder and harder, as though he had become addicted to it.
Although Trunks knew the surrounding terrain very well, with a Yuan Demon shadowing him, Han Shuo was like someone with a pair of eagle eyes circling overhead, observing everything. No matter what tricks Trunks tried, he could not shake Han Shuo through his familiarity with the terrain.
Finally, after the chase had continued for nearly half a day, Trunks, who had lost too much blood, recognized that this could not go on. Unable to shake Han Shuo or tend to his injuries in time, he was bleeding faster as he moved, and suffered a brief spell of dizziness.
Stopping