They caught Lin Baici's calf, and with every claw, even just a scratch, would tear away some flesh.
Lin Baici and Nangong Shu had only run five hundred meters, but their calves already had little intact flesh left, revealing their pale blood-covered shin bones!
It felt like countless iron brushes densely scrubbing against their calves, a pain akin to being cut by a thousand knives.
"Hold on!"
Lin Baici shouted, feeling Nangong Shu's pace slowing. The pain was causing her legs to tremble, making it hard for her to exert any strength.
"Leave me alone!"
Nangong Shu didn't want to be a burden. The enemy was the leader of the gods, and if Lin Baici could escape by himself, it would already be good enough. Bringing her along would mean certain death.
"You go first!"
Nangong Shu wanted to hold onto Aunt Shu, but frustratingly and sadly, she didn't even know where she was.
"Follow me!"
After yelling, Lin Baici gritted his teeth and pulled Nangong Shu, quickening his pace.
