The street, which should have been bustling with cars and crowds, was now deserted.
Only the roar of their motorcycle engines was heard.
And the persistent engine and whistling sounds chasing them from behind.
A black SUV clung behind them like a relentless shadow, less than fifty ters away.
On either side of the SUV, two figures flew at high speed like phantoms alongside the vehicle.
The Qi Blood swirling around them unabashedly announced their Tier Three power.
Clearly...
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng had also entered the force field.
"Stop running, you two!"
The Tier Three Martial Artist flying to the left—a bald, burly man—wore a cat-and-mouse grin as his thundering voice echoed through the empty street.
"Stop, and you’ll suffer less."
Just as he finished speaking, his Qi Blood erupted explosively.
His speed suddenly surged, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, and in an instant, he overtook Su Wanqing’s motorcycle, drawing an arc before landing steadily in the middle of the road a hundred ters ahead.
He folded his arms, his massive figure like an insurmountable wall.
A smile on his face.
Eyes examining the prey about to be captured.
"Jump!"
A flash of fierceness appeared in Su Wanqing’s eyes, with no intention of slowing down. Instead, she twisted the throttle to the maximum.
At the sa ti, she called out to Wei Banng behind her.
The two were in perfect sync.
As the motorcycle was about to collide with that human wall, they both catapulted off the speeding motorcycle.
In the mont of leaping, Su Wanqing channeled all her strength into her right foot, fiercely kicking the rear of the motorcycle.
Boom!
The heavy motorcycle, like a boulder hurled from a catapult, rolled and hurtled toward the obstructing bald man with a piercing whistle.
"Hmph!"
The bald man snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Without even moving a step, he casually raised a fan-like large hand and pressed into the empty air before him.
Buzz!
A faint gold Qi Blood barrier instantly ford in front of him, visible to the naked eye.
BAMMMMM!!!!
The burning wreckage of the motorcycle slamd hard into the Qi Blood barrier.
With an ear-splitting crash.
tal twisted, parts scattered.
Yet the faint gold wall just quivered violently, like water rippling from a tossed stone, and then regained its calm.
The tumbling motorcycle eventually turned into a heap of twisted, smoking scrap tal, scattered a few ters in front of the bald man.
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng, using the recoil force, deftly rolled in the air to land smoothly on the road twenty ters away from the man, unhard.
But the faces of the two won darkened completely as they landed, their brows tightly furrowed.
Screech—!
The screech of brakes pierced the air.
The black SUV skidded to a halt ten ters behind them, blocking their retreat completely.
The car doors opened, and three more figures exuding Tier Three auras stepped out.
A woman in a tight leather outfit with a fiery figure and a man.
Also, a short, sturdy dwarf with arms reaching past his knees.
Including the obstructing bald man.
Four Tier Threes!!
A perfect encirclent.
All just to hunt down two Tier Twos!?
Their mood was much like Fang Qingyu’s on the other side.
They couldn’t understand why soone would go to such great lengths to hunt them down.
Su Wanqing’s cold gaze swept over the four encroaching individuals and spoke in a frosty tone.
"Who are you?!"
The bald man blocking the road sneered, rolling his thick neck with cracking sounds: "Ha, you ca all the way to our base and still ask who we are? Isn’t that laughable?"
The doubts in Su Wanqing and Wei Banng’s hearts deepened.
Seeing the confusion still strong in their eyes.
The bald man seed to find it dull, pursed his lips, and added, "Bla your captain, offending the wrong people, insisted on offending our Secretary General."
"Secretary General?"
Wei Banng was taken aback upon hearing...
As soone who had been with Fang Qingyu for a long ti, she knew Fang Qingyu’s past well.
The Arctic Front forces were family-based...
There wasn’t such a position as Secretary General.
And those Fang Qingyu might’ve offended in the past... and could have held the title of Secretary General.
There seed to be only one...
"The Pantheon!?"
Her voice wasn’t loud.
Yet it made the mischievous smile on the bald man’s face freeze, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Oh? So you do know?"
Then, the surprise quickly transford into a more cruel grin, "All the better! You can die knowing, at least it’s not unjust!"
He suddenly waved his hand.
"Attack!"
The kill order was given.
Four terrifying auras exploded instantly.
A trap with no escape.
But naturally, Su Wanqing and Wei Banng had no intention of surrendering.
Just as the four were about to reach them.
An unexpected change occurred!
Poof.
An extrely faint sound, like a flower bud quietly blooming in the silent night, unexpectedly emanated from beneath Su Wanqing and Wei Banng’s feet.
A flower.
A purely black flower.
It grew out from the hard concrete road, its petals supple and eerie, with edges flowing like inky darkness, exuding a scent of extre fragrance mixed with decay.
Imdiately after—
Poof poof poof poof poof....
Like a chain reaction around Su Wanqing and Wei Banng.
Between them and the four murderous Peak Tier Threes.
On the entire sealed-off street....
Countless identical black flowers, like being instantaneously painted by an invisible brush, silently and densely blood around them.
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