Half an hour ago.
Nangong Wu, enveloped in the turbulent current, sped through the misty Ten Thousand Sharks Valley.
His right hand was twisted unnaturally and swayed slightly with the movement.
Beneath the mask lay a face covered in sweat, cheeks slightly flushed from drinking.
But at this moment, he was perfectly lucid.
Fear and terror filled his entire being, causing him to accelerate even further.
He only stopped when his mental energy was almost exhausted and his vision began to darken. He found a rock to sit on and slumped down.
His whole body trembled uncontrollably, whether from exhaustion or fear, and heavy breathing could be heard through the mask.
"Oh my god... those Variant are terrifying! I was so naive to think Variant wouldn't attack me..."
Thinking about the series of confusing actions Hela had taken against him, Nangong Wu felt a chill run down his spine.
"That [Five Calamities] definitely has a split personality... or she's just playing with me..."
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made.
"That's it! First they give me hope, then they give me despair, and finally they slowly torture me to death."
"Hmph! But she certainly didn't expect that I, the exceptionally intelligent Nangong Wu, could see through his schemes so quickly!"
As he spoke, he stood up confidently, but the pain in his arm made him grit his teeth and sit back down.
"No, if this hand isn't treated soon, it will have to be amputated."
He reached into his four-dimensional treasure trove with his left hand and began searching for usable medical supplies.
A moment later, he took out several bandages.
"We're still missing a mounting plate..."
He searched for a while, but he couldn't find the board that Yan Wusheng used.
"Hey, this doesn't make sense. I bought hundreds of those Noisy Bird, and they're all gone."
Suddenly, his body trembled.
He recalled the thing he had thrown away when he frantically searched for the teleportation table.
He slapped his thigh in anger, then felt a pang of regret.
But it was too late for regrets now, so he started searching again to see if there was anything that could be used as a substitute.
But these things are either unsuitable or too important to use.
Fortunately, Nangong Wu began looking around, trying to find one or two things that resembled tree branches that he could use for anchoring.
But there weren't even many fish in this desolate Ten Thousand Sharks Lake, so what he wanted wouldn't be there.
"Give."
Just as he was scratching his head in frustration, a soft voice came from beside him, and at the same time, a small hand held a scabbard and handed it to him.
Upon seeing the scabbard Nangong Wu's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it.
"Oh, thank you so much! You're such a kind person..."
"No, you're welcome," the girl replied shyly, slowly raising the knife she was holding above her head.
wrong!
How could there be anyone else here?!
Nangong Wu hurriedly looked up and saw a sharp longsword gleaming coldly as it slashed towards him.
Nangong Wu leaned back sharply, rolling backward like a lump of flesh, narrowly avoiding the knife.
Seeing that her strike had failed, tears welled up in the girl's eyes, which had been full of anticipation.
"Just a little bit more..."
Before he could even react, a scorching laser beam shot out from the void and struck Nangong Wu, causing the seawater to boil wherever it went.
He suddenly raised his hand upwards, and the sand in front of him rose up, forming a barrier to block the laser.
"Damn, even a dead pig has some brains."
As he spoke, a man with a fierce expression slowly appeared.
He held a ball of light in each of his hands, and beneath his bangs, a faint scar from a cigarette burn was visible.
"Damn, the Light God Society! You guys really came here too!"
"Blabbering and whining."
The man crushed the orbs of light in his hands, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness.
"Huh?! I'm fed up with this guy, he turned off the lights again!"
Nangong Wu had clearly fought against him before and knew his abilities.
His only remaining movable hand, his left hand, began to tumble around in place.
The surrounding seawater began to swirl around him like a mixer, forming a natural protective shield.
The girl slashed down with her sword, but the strong resistance of the water current deflected it.
The girl switched to a thrusting motion and tried several more times, but without exception, she was repelled each time.
"This..." The girl was at a loss, gripping the hilt of the knife tightly in a hurry, her eyes already brimming with tears.
The man made no move, his fists still clenched, plunging Nangong Wu's surroundings into darkness.
Upon seeing this, the girl suddenly realized that they could actually wear him down!
If he dares to stop, the girl can take the opportunity to chop him; if he doesn't stop, she can just stand there and wait until he stops.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, gripped the knife, and quietly watched Nangong Wu stir up the seawater.
He even pulled out a photo and stared at it intently.
"Hehe♡... Brother Ye is so handsome~"
boom--!!!
Just then, a sonic boom accompanied by the sound of rocks collapsing reached their ears.
At the same time, clouds of sand began to rise in the distance.
The three of them were immediately taken aback, Nangong Wu's tense face instantly turned into one of joy.
" Noisy Bird!" With such a loud commotion, Nangong Wu knew with his own fat that it was Yan Wusheng.
The churning seawater stopped abruptly, then swarmed around its body, using all its might to fly towards the source of the sound.
The girl was startled and hurriedly put the photo into her chest, looking at the fleeing Nangong Wu with a look of terror.
"We can't beat that guy..."
The man spat again and kicked off after Nangong Wu, the girl immediately drawing her knife and giving chase.
But Nangong Wu was like a person about to drown, desperately struggling to grasp at a straw.
Its speed was much faster than the two of them, and the distance between them kept widening.
The sounds of fighting grew closer and closer; Nangong Wu could even see a figure frantically hammering a shark with sonic waves.
That's right, it's definitely Yan Wusheng!
I've found my own companions!
Pfft!
A flash of cold light streaked past in an instant, Nangong Wu froze, not knowing what had happened.
He saw a severed right hand with a scarlet trail float past him, and then a figure with a cold face and one eye as red as a demon slowly sheathing his sword appeared before him.
Only then did Tai realize that his hand had been chopped off! Nangong Wu could even feel the throbbing veins at the severed arm.
Before he could feel fear, he immediately craned his neck, took a deep breath, and prepared to shout for Yan Wusheng.
"Run!"
But before he could finish speaking, a cold, white hand gripped his throat like a pair of pincers, silencing him completely.
Those one red and one black eye stared straight at him, devoid of any emotion, as if they were looking at a corpse.
Nangong Wu tried to struggle, but the space behind him twisted, revealing another man with dark blue eyes.
Lin Wushuang gently placed her hand on his back.
With a twist of space, Nangong Wu's internal organs were twisted into a mess, and scarlet blood spurted from his mouth, staining his mask red.
His lungs and heart were also shattered into pieces, causing him to lose his breath and heartbeat almost simultaneously.