Jing didn't know where he was.

He is sucked into a torn space, a strange world. He seems to be the only creature in the world.

The sky is always dark red, and there is no day or night here.

As far as the eye can see, there are only red rocky mountains, red gravel, and red wasteland, and red sand dancing everywhere, constantly sucking the already barren moisture in the air.

Jing Min used his scepter to prop himself on, he didn't walk easily, but he couldn't stop. He had to live.

Suddenly, his heart tightened: there was no road ahead, this was the edge of the cliff.

They were still chasing him. He could hear their whistling as they flew, sharp as arrows breaking through the wind, but hoarser than arrows.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting them, it could be three days, it could be five, it could be longer.

The difficulty of the battle lies in the fact that "they" do not have a concrete form.

"They" are clusters of red smoke, from nothing, suddenly converging, suddenly dispersed, the color darkens with the encryption of concentration, surging layer after layer, like a monster covered with tumors.

Jing Yan realized that the world was dominated by them, and every inch of land and air here had been polluted by them. They have the power to devour people.

Whenever they gathered and dived towards him, they could condense into a powerful current of air in the air. And when he swung his scepter against them, they could spread out and reunite in the blink of an eye.

Jing Min had led the Spirit Covenant for many years, and had seen all kinds of secrets of superhumans and beasts, and he knew that there was something like this in the advanced security array developed by the Strange Skill Hall, but it was only an illusion, and it was only used to deter the enemy.

And they were entities, literally attacking him.

He realizes that in the end he will be exhausted by them.

So he had to run away.

Thorn swung his scepter and swept out gusts of wind, and while they were momentarily forced back, he jumped off the cliff.

He watched the top of the cliff shrink, he rolled over in the air, and drove the scepter into the rock formation of the cliff face, then pulled it out and fell...... And so on until you got to the bottom of the cliff.

At this point, his hands were shaking and he could barely stand on his feet, but he knew he was going to keep running.

Run towards the horizon.

Under the cliff is still a wasteland, with no grass, and the mud and sand under your feet are dyed pale red.

There is no water here, there is no food, and the superhuman is physically stronger than ordinary humans, and can survive for at least ten days without ingesting water and food, but even so, he will die of lack of water sooner or later. He was looking for water.

When Jing Yi walked about four or five kilometers, he was caught up by them.

He heard them scream, turned around, and fended off with his scepter crossed in front of him. He had fought them for so long, and knew that they were afraid of the scepter in his hand.

But he was a step slower, and they went through his chest and out of his back, and he felt a sharp pain of tearing, and his feet left the ground with the dark red smoke, and his body was strung high, and then he was thrown down at once.

He rolled on the ground, clenching the scepter with one hand and clutching at his chest with the other, leaving a dark red mark on his chest, without any external injuries, but with a heart-piercing pain inside.

Jing Yan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and swallowed the pain, the double image in his eyes reunited, and he saw a green grass in front of him.

It was just one tree, three thin, tender blades of grass, less than a palm's height, growing alone in the wasteland, the only bit of tender green in the dark red, just an arm's length from the tip of his nose.

Jing Yan smelled hope. He reached out his hand to the grass, and just as he was about to touch it, the red mud covering its roots cracked.

The grass pulled its roots from the dirt, and the tentacles on the roots moved like the legs of an ant, moving in the opposite direction to him.

The dark red smoke curtain struck him again, and they began to wrap around his ankles, climbing up little by little. He struggled to clutch at the dirt and crawled towards the grass, jostling with Red Shadow for his body.

He saw the grass move behind a rock, and he crawled towards it with all his strength, inch by inch.

They devoured him frantically, wrapping around his knees, thighs, waist, chest, shoulders, and neck.

Finally, just as they were about to seal his mouth and nose, his fingers touched the rock. As if burned, he heard them suddenly let out a screech, sharper and more poignant.

They let go of him, starting with his muzzle and nose and retreating until they left his body completely.

"Anda, kill them, and not one of them will be left. An old voice said.

No one touched him, but Jing felt his body float flat.

A female voice said, "Abba, he's a Terran." ”

"Patriarch, look. As a man spoke, his scepter left his palm, and he tried to grit it hard, but his hand was completely weak.

The female voice said, "Abba, are we going to kill him?"

The old man said, "He has been poisoned by the Shadow of the Soulsnatcher. ”

Jing Min kept his eyes open, but there was only a fog white left in his pupils, his breathing slowed, he took a deep breath, and it took a long time for the air to be slowly expelled from his lungs.

They put him in a container. A very soft and soft place with a damp light scent.

Then, this container was closed.

Jing Yi's eyes darkened.

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