"Ugh!"
Zhan Pengwu's throwing knife skills were not much worse than Qi Xiaojie's throwing stones, and this knife accurately pierced Chen Tao's left thigh.
He had only run a couple of steps when he knelt down on one knee, clutching his injured leg as he tried to pull out the knife.
Zhan Pengwu gave him no chance whatsoever, rushing forward in a few strides and swinging his club at his head...
"Thump!"
A steel spike piercing the brain is like a hot knife cutting through butter.
Chen Tao's skull was instantly shattered, and crimson blood mixed with brain matter splattered everywhere.
"Brother! They're getting away!"
A reminder came from behind, once again from Zhan Pengfei.
When Zhan Pengwu looked back, he saw Zhang Tiannan supporting Bai Ying as they staggered into the depths of the jungle. They had already run quite a distance.
These two were much smarter than Chen Tao and Chen Feng. After being kicked by Zhan Pengwu, they realized that they had no chance of winning this battle.
Despite their resentment, they were powerless against overwhelming strength.
So I got up early and slipped away...
Seeing this, Qi Xiaojie immediately pulled out two stones and, with all his remaining strength, aimed at the two of them and threw them with all his might...
But he seemed to have forgotten that he didn't have his glasses.
Both stones flew past the two men, their accuracy far worse than their usual pinpoint accuracy.
At that moment, Zhan Pengwu immediately gave chase.
Zhan Pengfei and several girls tried to stop them, but they were all injured in the fight.
Although there wasn't much blood, internal injuries are often much more serious than external injuries, and it's impossible to catch up with them.
Zhan Pengwu wanted to give chase, but after only a few seconds, he felt his heart suddenly clench...
Then the heat subsided, the heartbeat slowed, and the once-powerful limbs began to weaken at an alarming rate, leaving the body feeling as if it had been suddenly drained of all its energy.
"Well!"
The spiked club in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
An extreme sense of weakness gradually began to consume his consciousness, and in his last moments before closing his eyes, he muttered something unwillingly...
"Brother, I tried my best..."
After saying that, his vision went black and he completely lost consciousness.
"Brother! Brother Wu!"
Ignoring their own pain, everyone rushed over as fast as they could...
Zhan Pengfei's first action was to listen to his heartbeat.
But the more he listened, the redder his eyes became.
At this moment, Zhan Pengwu was completely exhausted; his heart was beating almost every three seconds, and would stop intermittently.
Zhan Pengfei studied traditional Chinese medicine, but Ye Feng had carefully explained the process to Zhan Pengwu when he gave him the adrenaline.
"Remember, if the monk experiences cardiac arrest after taking this medicine, you must immediately perform CPR. If you delay, it will be too late."
"Brother! You can't die! I'll save you right now! Hang in there!"
Tears welled up in Zhan Pengfei's eyes as he performed CPR and artificial respiration on the patient.
For a normal person, even after taking adrenaline, there wouldn't be such exaggerated side effects, and there would be virtually no danger to their life; a few days of rest would be enough.
However, Zhan Pengwu had lost too much blood beforehand, and then was given adrenaline to prolong his life, which caused cardiac arrest.
Perhaps he was lucky, or perhaps Buddha was truly protecting him, but with everyone taking turns to help, Zhan Pengwu's heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
Upon seeing this, Zhan Pengfei immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes while sobbing.
After taking his pulse, he finally smiled.
Zhan Pengwu has been saved for now...
"Thank God, Buddha has protected us."
Hearing Zhan Pengfei muttering incoherently, Liu Sisi quickly asked...
"How are you? Is Brother Wu alright?"
Zhan Pengfei plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, and nodded slightly.
“We need to find a place to settle down as soon as possible. My brother, Dawei, and Xiong have all lost too much blood and urgently need medicine to replenish their blood and qi.”
"Alright! Everyone, hurry up and pack your things. Let's find a place to start a fire."
And so, everyone busied themselves collecting all the backpacks and tools scattered around.
During this time, Zhan Pengfei discovered the broken glass tube at the bottle's opening, which still contained a few strands of unused adrenaline liquid.
He picked it up and thought about it for a while before he understood...
It turns out that the older brother wasn't protected by Buddha; the adrenaline wasn't actually injected into his body completely.
It is applied by pouring it onto the wound, so some liquid inevitably spills onto the ground.
And this... is also why Zhan Pengwu did not die suddenly.
His carelessness indirectly saved his life.
Around 11 a.m.
The sky had cleared up, and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, as if to draw the curtain on this final battle.
Qi Xiaoyan and Liya followed the map tirelessly, and finally found Ye Feng before the map disappeared...
They were stunned to see the person lying on the ground with large, purplish-blue bumps all over his head, covered in blood, and whose features were almost unrecognizable.
If it weren't for Ye Feng's high-top jungle boots and the clothes he was wearing, the two of them might not have been able to determine his identity.
At this moment, Ye Feng perfectly embodied the harsh words people often say... "I'm going to beat you so badly that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you."
He looked like he'd been stung by a swarm of wasps; his features were completely obscured by the large bump, his face was distorted, and it was quite frightening.
"Brother Feng! Sir!"
The two women knelt down in front of him at the same time, tears welling up in their eyes.
They naturally noticed Cheng Haojun's corpse beside them, as well as the equipment scattered nearby.
Even without witnessing the battle firsthand, they could guess that the fierce battle Ye Feng was fighting was no easier than any of the battles they had experienced before.
Qi Xiaoyan quickly listened to her heartbeat.
Meanwhile, Lia knelt to the side, muttering to herself and kowtowing repeatedly, hoping to awaken her god through this devout prayer.
After a moment, Qi Xiaoyan's tears finally subsided somewhat...
Ye Feng's heartbeat was noticeably better than Zhan Pengwu's; at least he didn't experience cardiac arrest.
Although his breathing was weak, he did not seem to have suffered any fatal injuries, and his brain was intact.
There was some bleeding and some rather severe bruising...
Simply put... as long as there is still a heartbeat, it means there is still hope for recovery.
Qi Xiaoyan quickly took the first-aid kit from Ye Feng's backpack and disinfected the open wound... then gestured for Liya to carry him back first.
He then spent some time collecting the stun gun, some scattered tools and arrows, and Cheng Haojun's backpack weapons from the ground.
Liya carried Ye Feng on her back, running while crying. Her voice trembled, and tears kept flowing from her eyes, as if the sky had collapsed.
"My lord...you can't be hurt. Our tribe has waited so long for you. If something happens to you, Liya doesn't want to live either."
In her heart, Ye Feng was both her faith and everything to the Baijia clan. With the god dead, it meant the Baijia clan was utterly finished.
This battle ended with a complete victory for Ye Feng and his team.
Of the 50 villains, only Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan remained.
This also means that the game has completely entered its final, predictable phase.
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