Wang Xingang endured the burning pain of the wounds on his body while running hard, but he knew that even if they hurt ten times more, he would not give up stopping his previous steps. The injuries on his body were mainly concentrated in his arms and back, especially a claw wound on his lower back, which was only a little short of his lumbar spine, and if it wasn't for the scabbard blocking it for him, he might not even be able to reach the protective wall, and he would have died on the way to cover the retreat of the team, let alone have such an opportunity to pursue the forward general in front of him now. However, it is gratifying that his injuries are all flesh and flesh wounds, and his muscles and bones are still intact, and now as long as he can grit his teeth and endure the pain, his speed is not much slower than usual.

The half-body frame rented to him by Xiao Lu looks rough and bulky, in fact, its alloy material and internal structure have been carefully modified by Xiao Lu, and the internal force runs very smoothly and comfortably in it, and its utilization rate of internal force is also very high, and it is quite strong, not only withstanding the crazy kicking of the monster under the shock wave force, but also blocking countless attacks of the monster's teeth and claws for him. In terms of appearance, it is not eye-catching, even a little LOW, but from the perspective of practicality, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a treasure. "I don't know if there will be a chance to return it to Xiao Lu after this trip and pay off the rent." Wang Xingang smiled bitterly in his heart as he ran, but gradually, he once again experienced the friendship of Xiao Lu's knife mouth and tofu heart from the half-body rack, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

The bone spur front will run at an even and powerful speed, always maintaining a speed of about 100 kilometers per hour. If you only stare at its upper body, you won't even see a hint of bumps. Wang Xingang saw that this was obviously not its highest speed, it could be faster, so fast that he couldn't catch up with it at all, so that he only deserved to eat the soil it raised up in the back. But now it runs cautiously, as if it were running on thin ice. Its purpose in doing this was obviously to not let Steven in his arms suffer any more injuries. The monster now held Steven in his arms like a mother to a baby, running for a while, and looking down. Although Feng Jiang never looked back, Wang Xingang guessed that it knew that he was tracking it from behind. Because he didn't deliberately restrain his footsteps along the way, this is also a strategy for him to deliberately show weakness. Now that his strategy had worked, it didn't seem to take him into account, as if maintaining stability in the movement was more important than dealing with the pursuers behind.

Wang Xingang guessed that starting from the defense wall, it was about 250 kilometers away from the center of the restricted area. Based on the current speed of the two sides, there is not much time left for Wang Xingang to snatch back Steven, a total of about two and a half hours. Now a full hour has passed, but Wang Xingang is still just following it and thinking hard about how to break the enemy. In his opinion, the force value of the blade general should not be as high as that of Gu Bao, but it is much higher than that of him, a junior brother. At that time, he and Zhu Buliang, Yi Weidong, and Yin Zhaojing besieged Gubao, and they were not its opponents. But in the face of this general, he felt that if he could join forces with either Zhu Buliang and Yi Weidong now, it would be enough to deal with it. It would be better if Yu Qianhua was able to do so, with the trust and tacit understanding between him and Yu Qianhua, he would not only make a plan to take back Steven, he would even make a plan to take back Steven and kill this striker. But now he is alone, and he is covered in wounds, facing an opponent with twice his combat strength, how to win, how to win, is indeed very tricky. But the art of war is cloudy, and it is surprising to be upright, and now he will definitely not be able to be upright, but in terms of surprise, he is not out of the question, and now it depends on whether he is willing to pay some price for it. Wang Xingang knows that time is not on his side, the further he runs, the smaller his chances, the greater the possibility of failure, and it is time for him to make a decision.

Wang Xingang's right hand is still in the shape of a monster's claw, but it only extends to the wrist. When he performed the hob technique under the wall, the mutation of his right hand had extended to his elbow, and after he listened to Zhang Daochang's explanation, he took the initiative to mobilize various hormones in his body to dissolve the components of the soul eater in his body, and now the mutation has obviously begun to decline, if he is still lying down like the wall for an hour, maybe the mutation of his right hand has long disappeared.

But now, he has a new plan. While running, he slowly stopped dissolving and suppressing the soul eater ingredients in his body, and at the same time pulled out a monster's hind leg from his lower back, cut through the thick armor outside with a short knife, and opened his mouth to bite and eat. The hind leg had been secretly cut from a monster corpse when he started stalking, and he had intended to use it to cover the wound on his lower back and also serve as a spare ration, but now he had decided to put it to a new use.

Soon, he ate all the monster's hind legs, and even the upper claws he didn't let go, and he carefully picked out the minced meat in the corner like a chicken claw with a shock wave on his mouth. His right arm changed at a visible rate as he ate, and a thin layer of scales soon spread over his elbow, extending to his upper arm, and finally reaching the armpit of his shoulder when he stopped eating, and the mutation stopped.

Now his entire right arm is a large circle thicker and nearly twice as long, and if he stands up straight now, he can touch his ankle directly with his right hand, and if he adds the length of his fingernails, he can touch the ground directly. The surface of the entire right arm is no longer delicate skin, but a layer of fine and extremely small scales, they are not like flaky fish scales in one direction, but diamond-shaped, one by one close to each other growing, usually erect, only at the moment of force, they will fall in any direction, with a way to reduce friction to dissolve the force on the surface of the body, or upside down, in the way of increasing friction to enhance the force of the opponent when attacking. Wang Xingang used the internal vision ability of the micro-martial arts, and could clearly see that under the scales was a layer of thick skin with extremely high toughness, and under the thick skin, there was just a much stronger criss-cross muscle tissue than before, they were very different from human muscles, and the strength and stretch were significantly enhanced, Wang Xingang thought to himself, no wonder the monster meat tasted like eating rubber. He now looked at the inner layer and even found that there were many changes in the tendons and bones including the joints.

Zhang Daochang once warned him that general mutations are common and easy to control, but frequent mutations are not the same as deep mutations, and if they are not done well, they will become irreversible. In that case, you will always have a part of your body mutated from now on, and you will never be able to change it again. Wang Xingang imagined what it would look like in the future when he would hold the child with this monster arm that could only be dragged to the ground, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and then became worried again, hoping that Lu Bing could slowly get used to the caress from this monster's arm.

Wang Xingang felt that the mutation of his arm had been completed, so he threw out all the children in his head, and then he curled his right arm and clenched his fist, feeling its abundant power like an explosion, and finally he looked at a piece of Steven's foot that emerged from under the monster's armpit in the distance, gritted his teeth and rushed up.