Bang...
Heavy, muffled footsteps came from behind.
The man turned around abruptly and saw that the shelled cultist had already taken a step towards them.
Fortunately, the cultists haven't targeted them yet, but instead launched an attack on the wall where they had previously hidden.
The cultist, resembling a rhinoceros, slammed his long, winding horn against the wall.
Without any obstruction, the wall shattered into countless fragments, which then scattered outwards.
This scene caused his expression to change drastically.
Even though the cultists didn't seem fast, they wanted to catch up with the two of them before they went down into the sewers.
It's an easy thing!
After all, neither of them were martial artists, so there was no way they could have survived being hunted down by the cultists!
But the man was also very observant, noticing that the cultists were not targeting the two of them directly, but instead were charging at the breached wall.
"Don't take the straight path!"
He shouted, then suddenly swerved, circled around a car, and continued to approach the manhole cover.
The student didn't understand, but he knew to follow the man.
With a loud bang.
The cultist's carapace-covered body, as heavy as a thousand pounds, leaped high into the air and crashed onto the car.
In an instant, the car was completely ruined.
This confirmed his conjecture.
The man stopped walking in a straight line and instead circled around several times, trying to slow down the believers by using the obstacles in the road as much as possible.
A constant booming sound followed behind.
The manhole cover wasn't exactly close to the road to begin with, and now the two of them were constantly taking detours, plus they were on edge.
At this moment, both of them felt somewhat exhausted.
But the relentless pursuit of the followers behind them forced them to unleash an endurance they never expected.
"We're almost there."
The man didn't forget to encourage the students: "Hang in there a little longer."
"Okay...okay." The student gasped for breath, his gaze gradually freezing.
"There seems to be nothing ahead..."
The man was taken aback. After walking around the last two air conditioner outdoor units that seemed to have flown in from nowhere, the space in front of him suddenly became bright.
Apart from the small pebbles on the ground, there was nothing left to slow down the believers' progress.
Fortunately, after this journey, they were only about 100 meters away from the manhole cover.
About ten seconds is enough time for them to get there.
The man gritted his teeth: "Never mind! Charge!"
The student's eyes darkened, and he followed the man as he ran straight toward the manhole cover.
A piercing sound came from behind.
That was the sound of an air conditioner outdoor unit being twisted and turned in the hands of a believer, treated like a toy.
It was also their death knell.
Bang bang bang...
The heavy footsteps behind me gradually quickened.
The man wanted to turn around and check if the cultist had started his sprint, but he dared not waste a single moment.
"It'll be soon, it'll be soon!"
He didn't know if he was encouraging himself or reminding the students behind him.
"It's too late, it's definitely too late!"
"It's okay! Believe in yourself!"
"No, it's alright, everything will be alright!"
The voice became more urgent; the student, being young and physically stronger, sped up and caught up with the man in front.
"If you have nothing, aren't you something too?"
Before the man could react, a force came from behind him.
Although it wasn't a big deal, at such a crucial moment, it was enough to disrupt his steps, causing him to stumble and slow down.
As the saying goes, if you encounter a bear in the wild, all you need to do is run faster than the people with you.
And now, students are doing the same thing.
The man looked up and saw the student's gloomy face. The student rushed towards the manhole cover without looking back.
Only then did the man realize he had misjudged the person.
I thought this student was lucky to have survived and met them.
But now, seeing that the other party shows absolutely no remorse, they have probably done this kind of thing many times before.
As a teacher, he has always believed that no matter how well a student performs academically, their character should not be judged lightly.
At their age, even if they have minor problems, their teachers should take the initiative to correct them.
After all, a teacher's role is to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts.
This "Dao" refers to moral concepts.
The man gave a wry smile, realizing that his judgment was flawed; he hadn't even noticed that the kid was a bad seed.
But aside from a wry smile, he harbored no resentment.
As a victim, he has every right to be angry.
As a teacher, he was grateful that the child survived.
A shadow fell over him; without a doubt, it was the cultists chasing after him.
Seeing the figure in the distance lift the manhole cover, the man suddenly turned around.
After the cultist transforms, the addition of the armor covering his body makes him resemble a colossal creature.
She was looking down at the man from her elevated position.
Although he couldn't see the cultists' faces clearly, the man could smell the foul stench emanating from them as they approached.
This made his breathing quicken as he inhaled the air, which smelled of rust.
The man knew perfectly well what the source of that smell was.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, as the cultist slowly raised his thick arm.
At first glance, it's as wide as a man's head.
And now, it is falling towards the man.
A sound like "ga".
The sound of the manhole cover being moved could be heard.
The students who had lifted the manhole cover nearby immediately climbed down the sewer ladder and crawled inside, without even glancing at the man.
"Why..."
With a sigh, the man closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate.
...
......
Um?
Opening their eyes in confusion, the believer suddenly stopped in place, not knowing why.
We're saved?
The man had barely formed the idea when the cultist's hand suddenly pressed down!
Are you kidding me?
Just as the nascent hope was about to be extinguished, another loud shout rang out.
"stop!"
The sound was like a thunderclap, making the man's head spin.
But inside he was ecstatic.
Although I had never seen the Venerable One in person, the shock that came from the depths of my heart was something that no kingship could provide.
He was saved!
With a soft slur.
The sword energy, like a rainbow, swept across the sky and accurately struck the man, severing his falling arm!
With a thud, as the arm fell, Dean Mo's figure appeared in front of the man.
"Are you alright?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing," he quickly replied.
Dean Mo nodded, his gaze turning as cold as ice as he turned away.
He rushed here, but he was still too late.
Throughout the entire 11th district, whether it's a bustling shopping mall or a quiet street, even in residential areas and parks.
Now, it has all been reduced to ruins by the cultists!
As for how many people lost their lives, that's a number I don't even want to count!
Dean Mo stared intently at the believer in front of him.
"Cult of Creation, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
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