Mrs. Yan roared furiously, her chest torn open with a gaping wound, blood gushing out like a spring.
Just one more step!
This mutated woman still clung to the last shred of consciousness. She couldn't fathom why after all this time she still hadn't been able to kill this frail boy. Every time she was about to succeed, he always managed to survive against all odds!
Gu Jianlin seized the opportunity, speeding off on his motorcycle. The downpour washed away the blood covering him, as he sped onto a desolate highway, his jacket ripped away by the wind, his black hair wildly whipping in the storm!
Faster, faster!
Ten minutes and five seconds!
Somewhere, the sound of a zither began to play, faint and fragile.
Though weak, it remained unwavering.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
In the void, chillingly terrifying fissures appeared, crisscrossing like splattered ink.
Mrs. Yan crashed forward recklessly, avoiding the dreadful cracks while charging angrily in pursuit.
