Five minutes later, the Pursuer arrived above the southeast direction of Grass Hut Academy, three kiloters away.
A deep red card appeared between his fingers.
In the blink of an eye, the card transford into seven red points of light, escaping from the palm of the Pursuer, gradually converging in the night wind.
They condensed into a deep red sphere flickering with intense light, akin to a blazing sun tearing through the night sky.
Although this card is not powerful enough to destroy the world, if it falls below, destroying a small academy like Grass Hut is no problem at all.
"Go!"
The Pursuer didn’t hesitate, fiercely swinging his right hand.
The orb, like a small sun, headed toward Grass Hut Academy.
The Extrely Effective Monarch had said not to underestimate the abilities of the Prophet, Demon Child, and Martial God; even using this level of card was rely a test, unlikely to yield tangible results.
The Pursuer was a very straightforward person.
His only goal and pursuit in life were to achieve longevity.
To achieve this, he would personally kill all his friends and family, just to cover his tracks.
He would unhesitatingly sell out his ally, the Crimson Hamr’s information.
He would risk offending the Extrely Effective Monarch, half-threatening, half-coercing the other party on board.
Even knowing that the other two teammates harbored ulterior motives, the Pursuer didn’t care.
All he ever wanted, from beginning to end, was one thing.
The Pursuer squinted, estimating the distance, suddenly shouting explosively.
"Explode!"
The energy ball, resembling a small sun, truly exploded.
Only, it wasn’t self-detonated.
It was punched by a humanoid lifeform.
A man with red hair and blood-red eyes.
That was...
A man from Cangming Star, said to have unified the entire Cangming, establishing the Blood Lotus Dynasty, known as the Demon Child — Zhang Kuang!
The energy burst forth, unable to detonate and expand in ti; Zhang Kuang took a deep breath, absorbing the violent, destructive, and corrosive energy into his abdon.
The other party seed to burp...
"What a freak!"
"Completely immune to nuclear radiation and decay electromagnetic waves..."
The Pursuer’s eyes widened, exclaiming: "Is this guy really a carbon-based lifeform?"
It’s like a ghost!
Even silicon-based lifeforms wouldn’t dare do what he did!
That would practically be suicide!
Even from several kiloters away, the Pursuer could feel the almost tangible killing intent surrounding the Demon Child.
He didn’t say anything harsh; there were no unnecessary actions.
As soon as the Demon Child noticed the Pursuer, he charged madly this way, resembling a furious tiger, or like a dragon surging out to sea, sweeping across the world, devouring everything.
That wild and terrifying aura, even soone like the Pursuer, accustod to grand scenes, felt his scalp tingle.
"Impressive!"
The Pursuer, with a solemn expression, turned and ran without looking back.
The result from the Life Strength Surveyor proved that after consuming the "small sun," not only did the Demon Child not weaken, on the contrary, his Life Force seed even more exuberant!
That red-haired, blood-eyed, grinning freak seed like a conglorate of high-concentration, high-density Biological Energy!
The Pursuer always thought of himself as quite wicked, but under the other’s astonishing aura, he had to admit, he was just a small fry.
Demon Child Zhang Kuang was practically the epito of "evil"!
No adjectives or embellishnts needed.
Evil!
A pure villain!
Now, in his eyes and mind, there was likely only one thought — to kill him!
Reason for the killing?
No reason needed, and certainly not to protect that group of Earthlings at Grass Hut Academy.
Purely because Demon Child Zhang Kuang was itching to kill sothing.
That’s all.
After experiencing a scam fifty years ago, the Pursuer fortified himself with a constant passive Transformation Card [Top-Level Instinct].
No one could hide their true emotions in front of him.
He absolutely couldn’t mistake them!
Run!
Run madly!
The Pursuer desperately flapped the black wings behind him, maintaining the flight of a swallow, while flas spewed from his feet and hands, resembling a fusion of sci-fi cha and Western mythology.
His speed was extrely fast, not inferior to any fighter jet.
If not for needing to protect his frail body, his speed could probably be even faster.
As ti passed, the distance between the Demon Child and the Pursuer not only failed to grow, but actually shrank bit by bit.
Three kiloters...
Two kiloters...
One kiloter...
Five hundred ters!
Closer...
Even closer!
Finally, the Pursuer voluntarily halted his escape.
If he didn’t stop now, he feared that when facing attacks from behind, he’d die without any resistance.
"You’re a troubleso guy."
The Pursuer spoke calmly: "But..."
"My mission was to draw you away."
"My task is already complete."
Hearing this, a grim smile appeared on the Demon Child’s face: "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
As his words fell.
The Demon Child’s figure flickered, instantly appearing before the Pursuer, grabbing his helt.
"So fast! Much faster than before!"
The Pursuer’s heart pounded wildly, his mind racing like Electric Fire Stone; "I underestimated him!"
"No, based on the Demon Child’s performance..."
"The Prophet side probably didn’t fall easily into the Extrely Effective Monarch’s trap, so... ah!"
The intense pain snapped the Pursuer out of his thoughts.
He let out a sharp scream.
Black blood flowed from the wound on his back.
And a single black wing had dissolved into a black stream of light in the Demon Child’s palm, disappearing without a trace.
The Demon Child bent his index finger, flicking it lightly on the Pursuer’s helt.
Bang!
The Pursuer felt like he was hit by a truck, his entire being was sent flying.
The sound of ultra-crystalline tal fibers breaking echoed in his ears.
The thinking auxiliary brain and the combat-assisting Life Strength surveying pendant shattered completely in that mont.
The Pursuer removed his helt, revealing a very ordinary face.
A big bald head, two green eyes, a nose, a mouth, two ears.
Aside from gray skin, he bore a striking resemblance to an Earthling or one from Cangming Star—although his looks were sowhat lacking, one might even believe he had so kind of special skin disease or genetic mutation making him an Earthling.
The Demon Child burst into laughter: "So this is the true face of you mice?"
"Honestly, rather disappointing."
"I thought you might have three heads and six arms..."
Saying this, the Demon Child beckoned with his finger, speaking disdainfully: "Co, et your end!"
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