But just as Zhang Mu tried to take a step back, his heart suddenly sank.

These silver minks did not make any movement when he was moving forward, but just when he showed the idea of ​​retreating, all the silver foxes on the treetops and in the woods rushed towards him, flashing among the trees, forming a sharp contrast with the charred environment around them.

Oh no, they were testing my strength and confidence just now, so they didn’t launch a direct attack. Now that they see that I’m scared, they know that I’m a soft persimmon, so they attack me without hesitation?

But he had no other choice now. If he stood there for too long, he would be discovered.

Those silver sables were about to rush in front of Zhang Mu. Seeing this, he didn't dare to stop. Without even turning his head, he ran straight in the direction he came from.

Hearing the jumping sounds behind him becoming more and more frequent, Zhang Mu's heart was tense, but he didn't dare to look back now, fearing that he might be surrounded if he stayed for a moment longer. You know, dealing with four silver martens last time was already his limit. Now he estimated that there were at least more than 20 of them. If there were still some hiding behind, there might be a lot more. This made him lose the courage to fight. The feeling of being torn into pieces should not be too pleasant.

Although he had upgraded his physical body to the limit of the second level, the agility potions in the Epoch Store had always been monopolized by the top few Epoch Merchants. Except for the first-level agility potion that he spent all his wealth to exchange for in the first month before the apocalypse, he had never seen the remaining number of such potions being anything other than zero when he started the Epoch General Goods Trading.

Therefore, he now has no advantage over these mutant beasts whose speed is already higher than that of humans. Moreover, this silver mink is definitely the most agile among all the second-level mutant beasts that Zhang Mu has seen.

In just a few seconds, Zhang Mu could already feel something rushing towards him from behind.

For some reason, when Zhang Mu felt the attack coming, his subconscious reaction was to raise his left arm.

It was as if there was some powerful trump card hidden in his left arm, but nothing happened.

The next attack came from a silver sable, which was the fastest and most agile. It was faster than the other members of its tribe. It kicked off the tree trunk next to it and rushed towards Zhang Mu. With a flash of cold light, it swept its claws downwards, sweeping towards Zhang Mu's left arm that was blocking backwards.

With a swish sound, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, followed by a scream from Zhang Mu. A large piece of flesh was instantly torn off his left arm, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible. At the same time, Zhang Mu's nerves were further stimulated. Under this pressure, he ran faster and suddenly jumped several steps away.

He was about to wonder why he had this reaction, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Because of the delay just now, although the figure that pounced on him slowed down, there were more and more voices following behind him. Although their speed was not as fast as Zhang Mu's sudden burst of potential, they still kept up with Zhang Mu's pace and did not slow down at all.

Zhang Mu, who had overdrawn his strength, had a chaotic mind and was running forward like mad. Every cell in his body was telling him that he was really tired and could not run anymore.

But he was holding on to his last bit of clarity. If he really couldn't run anymore, his life would be lost here.

It was this desire to survive that allowed Zhang Mu to break out of the scorched woods. Feeling the blinding sunlight overhead, Zhang Mu seemed to see hope, and a burst of strength suddenly emerged from his body that was about to run out, allowing him to maintain his current speed.

The extremely fast silver sable attacked Zhang Mu again. Zhang Mu did not have that thought this time. He took out a weapon from the Epoch Merchant Ring and chopped it with his right hand, blocking it again. However, the blade was a little damaged. Zhang Mu saw that there were three scratches on the blade, so he gave up the second-level standard weapon he bought from the Epoch Store, threw it back and continued to run forward regardless of anything. He did not feel lucky or relaxed because he saw the light of day.

Because he could clearly sense that even though he had left the range of the scorched wood forest, the group of silver martens behind him had no intention of letting him go. There was only one possibility, that they had memorized the scent he left at the place where he killed the four silver martens, and confirmed that he was the murderer.

The burst of power was short-lived after all. Just when the fatigue was about to come over him again, Zhang Mu's eyes finally lit up and he saw his destination.

It was a huge river with yellow waves and turbid water rising and falling. It was impossible to see the situation under the water clearly, and no one knew what was inside.

His escape just now was not blind and directionless. He remembered that when he passed by here before, he found a big river. It just took a lot of time to swim across, and the river was a bit turbulent. Although he did not risk swimming across, he was very impressed.

Zhang Mu didn't even think twice and dived into the river with his crippled left arm.

Zhang Mu was betting that the silver sable behind him would not jump into the river with him, disappear in the rolling waves, and never pop up again.

He didn't care what dangers there were in the river. If he had delayed for another second, he would have died. If he jumped into the river now, he would have been dead or alive.

Zhang Mu, who always pursued stability, could only take this glimmer of hope at this moment.

As expected, after watching Zhang Mu jump into the river, these silver sables did not jump in immediately. Instead, they stopped at the shore and looked at the ferocious river with some fear, as if they were afraid of something in it and refused to take another step forward.

The leader Silver Marten, who had just crippled Zhang Mu's left arm, had a complicated look in his eyes. Although he was still filled with anger towards Zhang Mu, after hesitating for a while, he let out a sharp long howl and turned back.

After hearing the leader's order and the leader turning around and leaving, the silver martens did not stay and ran back to the charcoal forest in a hurry.

Everything became quiet again, with only the surging river water roaring from time to time.

(End of this chapter)