Pei no longer suppressed the surging chaos in his body, and the white mist that lingered on his side instantly expanded, and the aperture under his feet and the white mist rapidly expanded in all directions, and the grass in the area swallowed by the aperture quickly died, while the land was dry and sandy.

The white mist was more like the impact of physical force than the aperture, and the slightly taller shrubs and tall trees were shattered by its impact, and the broken branches fell into the aperture, and then decayed and disappeared in the aperture.

Almost at the same time as the aperture and the white mist arrived, everything that was living in it was gone.

Running frantically ahead, Arshumia chose the opposite direction to the unicorn, which led to the center of the forest.

Although unicorns...... Or rather, Pei, he deliberately delayed the activation of the magic to buy time for Ashumia's escape. But Ashumia fled at a nowhere near the speed of a burst of magic.

Pei apparently overestimated the speed of Archumia, or rather, he unilaterally used "her" speed as a reference measure, ignoring the gap between Archumia and "her".

Ashumia did not escape from the realm of death safely as Pei thought, and in the blink of an eye, the circle of eyes and the white mist spread to a position less than a hundred meters away from Ashumia. The white fog was much lighter than when it had just set out, and through the translucent white fog you could faintly see the yellow, lifeless ground behind it.

The puppy in her arms barked, and Archimia knew it was urging her to flee quickly. But she was already running as hard as she could, and she didn't even dare to look back, for fear that she would slow down her pace and die in the aperture and white mist as soon as she turned around.

But for now, even if she ran with all her might, she couldn't escape the scythe of death.

The white fog is getting closer and closer, fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters...... The debris of wood shattered by the white mist kept flying outward.

Archhumia ran, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black whirring thing flying towards her cheek, she was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to the stall, but the back of her hand was torn open by the thing A one-centimeter wound, sharp and hot pain spread, and blood suddenly overflowed.

Arthumia felt the tip of her heart tremble, her legs weakened by the fear of death, and the pain made her panic even more, and the sharp pain in her hands seemed to herald her death, and she was terrified.

In a high degree of panic, Ashumia crashed into a tall, soft body.

"Yikes!" Ashimia screamed, her steps staggered, and her body fell backwards involuntarily, when a slender white hand appeared in front of her eyes and held her hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, come with me."

A gentle and melodious male voice rang in Asshumia's ears, and the boy who suddenly appeared took Asshumia's hand and led her forward.

The puppy in his arms was in a disturbed commotion, and his eyes were full of resistance and disgust for the young man.

Arshumia looked at the back of the boy in amazement, and the young man in front of him had beautiful platinum-blond hair curly like seaweed, and white and smooth skin like porcelain. His muscles are smooth, and his back is straight and tall.

Because of the constant running, the blood flowed out of the wound, and the young man's fingers were slender and distinct, as smooth as white jade, and the blood spread and smeared on them, as if blooming a gorgeous and enchanting flower.

The blood flowed through the clenched hands, like the red thread of fate, connecting Arshumia and the boy more closely.