Conceal! At this moment, Tarnes was a thousand percent alert, but like a light spirit fox, quietly shuttling through the jungle.

He had to be extremely careful not to be discovered by Calais, and if he accidentally exposed his whereabouts, he would surely die!

Tarnes had also thought about hiding where he was, but his instincts told him that he couldn't, and even if he dug himself into the ground, Calais would be able to find him!

What's more, he didn't have time to dig ten feet into the ground, Calais would definitely find him!

Only to move forward!

This chase is a game of psychology, how to play the game of cat and mouse? There is never a right answer, but in any case, it will produce an outcome that is unacceptable to either party.

Calais landed only three kilometers from Tarnes, which may seem like a long distance, but it wasn't far for Calais' speed through the jungle.

I don't know whether to say that Tarnes's luck was too bad, or Calais's judgment was too accurate, Calais chose the right general direction for Tarnes' escape.

Calais, with a shadow, is a lingering nightmare for Tarnes!

It's time for life and death again, and the nerves in Tarnes's brain are tense, never slackened, and have been stretched to the limit, but they just won't break, which shows the strength of his will.

To be able to make a difference, you must have a strong will and extraordinary talent.

Even the predicament on the island, Tarnes, has come out, and now that he wants to escape, he can't give up.

Stay alive!

Tarnes gritted his teeth and kept quietly moving forward, making sure to distance himself from Calais so that he could escape in the palm of the demon's hand.

Compared to Tarnes, who was very vigilant on the side, Calais did not know the location of Tarnes, and everything was just speculation, and there was no accurate answer.

But Calais is not the type of person who hesitates, and he also has a sense of self-confidence in his own judgment.

Without any stops, Calais, who had landed on the ground, ran directly in one direction.

Where will the Tarnes be? Butterflywing, Tari, and all the Flyers had the same question in their minds, they didn't know what Calais was tracking down Tarnes, or why Calais was so confident.

It's still late at night, but everyone is still nervously watching the situation on Calais's side, even in the jungle at night, Calais is still like an agile wolf, chasing all the way with his sense of smell.

The forest was dark, but to Calais's eyes, it was a different story.

A faint golden light shimmered in the night, faint but numerous, and spread throughout the forest, appearing in every corner of Calais' vision.

He opened his eyes!

In the Dao Eye, all living beings will emit the Dao of Life, that is, these bits of golden light that they see, which are the breath of life and the unique Dao rules that belong to every life.

And through the branches and leaves that obscure the sky, wisps of golden smoke occasionally flicker in the sky, which are lost lives, and after everything is over, they will return to the planet itself, and finally take root elsewhere.

Perhaps, this is reincarnation.

This is also the world that Calais's eyes can see.

As his understanding of the Tao became more and more profound, Calais's Dao eyes at the moment were already superb.

With his eye for the road, Calais is as dark as day, and he can still find traces of Tarnes on the way through the high-speed journey.

If Tarnes knew all this, how desperate would he be?

Three hours later, Calais finally found a trace of man-made whereabouts.

That faint trace, if it weren't for the existence of the Dao Eye, it would be impossible to distinguish at all.

The moment Calais discovered the trace, he was able to conclude that it was a mark left by Tarnes.

No matter how much people can hide, they will eventually reveal a trace of clues.

And an ordinary person would not cause such an inaudible trace.

In other words, if this is a very clear trace left by an ordinary person, perhaps Calais will not chase it.

But Tarnes obviously didn't expect that the traces he had worked so hard to hide would eventually lead him into the abyss!

When the thread is caught by Calais, the hairball has no way out.

The intermittent trails along the way became clearer and clearer, and Calais unabashedly sped along the way, making a rustling sound of rubbing against the vegetation.

Finally, when he was close to a kilometer, Tarnes finally discovered that his whereabouts had been exposed!

One kilometer, the perception range of the alien powerhouse is already the limit of the limit, if you change to a different powerhouse, maybe Calais has approached the other party's side.

After all, Calais is not a mecha, and although it does not hide its movements, the sound it makes is not enough to transmit a kilometer away.

Tarnes is superhumanly alert, but he still can't escape Calais's clutches.

The devil has come.

Like a frightened rabbit, Tarnes bounced up and rushed forward desperately.

Don't dare to turn your head back!

But he knew in his heart that he was dead.

There was no way he could escape from the clutches of that monster.

After a few steps, Tarnes stopped, looking in the direction Calais was about to appear.

Not everyone has the courage to face their fears, and even when death comes, the last desire to survive will drive people to burst into infinite potential.

But it was at such moments that Tarnes gave up.

Calais could also feel him stopping, but there was not the slightest wave in his heart, and he was already moving forward at a great speed.

Half a minute later, Calais saw Tarnes standing there.

Finally, in the darkness, Tarnes smiled miserably, and after seven hours, Tarnes finally saw the demon who wanted him and die face to face.

"Why, why are you chasing me!" Finally, at this time, his nerves, which had been tense for seven hours, collapsed, and a terrible roar roared out of his mouth, bursting out with all his incomprehension, grievances, and unwillingness.

Now his expression was distorted to the point of being inhuman, and it was so terrifying to see in the darkness that despair welled up in his heart, and blood, tears, snot, and saliva gushed out together, as if at the same time he was questioning the Lord, why did all this happen?

But the Lord would not answer him, and what came was one of Calais's palms, which pierced his chest and pierced his heart.

The unruly life of this king of the dark streets came to an end in this pursuit.

This former black street is one of the thirteen blocks, with the moat of the sea and the armed force of half a battalion, it has not been able to stop Calais.

After seven hours of pursuit, it finally ended in this barren mountain and forest.

(End of chapter)