The man spat again and kicked off after Nangong Wu, while the girl immediately drew her knife and gave chase.

But Nangong Wu was like a person who was about to drown, but grabbed a straw and struggled desperately.

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, and 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, and Nangong Wu froze, not knowing what had happened.

He saw a severed right hand with a scarlet trail float past him, and what appeared before him was a figure with a cold face and one eye as red as a demon's, slowly sheathing his sword.

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 pliers, silencing him completely.

Those one red and one black eyes 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, and another man with dark blue eyes appeared.

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.