"My lower body (life) is fortunate (sexually)!"

Jacob seemed to hear the crisp sound of Donald's skull being lifted, and with a bang, it was like a champagne cork popping out, and the hot brain slurry was splattered with blood, red and white like a cherry blossom rain, cruel and beautiful.

"I'm going to draft Uncle! Let go of that girl...... Phew, let go of that idiot!"

"Bang ......"

In an instant, Jacob couldn't think about anything else, and rushed out with a loud roar. The reloaded Henry M1860 burst into flames, and the .44 buckshot whistled towards Anthony Wade, hitting him accurately in Anthony Wade's incredulous eyes. The kinetic energy of the round-headed bullet was released instantly, and it actually hit Anthony Wade's body directly into the air for a moment.

Then a bullet from behind sent Anthony Wade flying.

"Whew-"

Anthony Wade's resentful eyes stared at Jacob who flashed out, he roared unwillingly in the air, saliva mixed with blood, dripping blood splashed in the air like no money, sprinkled on Donald's body and face on the ground.

"Ahh

Donald, who escaped from the claws of Anthony Wade, covered his face and howled in joy and pain, while rolling and crawling in the direction of the ramp. until it stops by the burning wall of fire.

"Save me, master, put out the hellfire, let me go!"

For the sake of life, for the sake of living, in order not to be eaten by Anthony Wade, to go to hell, Donald completely abandoned his dignity, reverently shouted at Jacob for his master, and knelt on the ground to reveal a face that seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid.

"Hellfire?!"

Jacob shot at Anthony Wade as he flickered, looked at the disfigured Donald suspiciously, and cursed loudly, "Falk Squid! You should be called Wade! Shoot now, if you die, I'll ...... Grass, get out of the way!"

A large Boi knife flew in with a whizzing sound that broke through the air, and was aimed right at Donald's vest. It was Anthony Wade who picked up the gunman's Boi knife on the ground and threw it as a throwing knife. The cold light of the Boy's knife flickered, and the huge whistling sound of the spin showed the hatred and strength of Anthony Wade.

Donald, who heard Jacob's words, didn't know why Jacob asked him to dodge, but he instinctively rolled over a lazy donkey next to him, and dodged the attack of the throwing knife without a single shot.

With a bang, the flying knife was inserted into the ground, and the blade was directly inserted into the rock, and the blade exposed on the ground buzzed and trembled.

"Ah......h

Donald looked at the Boe knife on the ground, and his whole body was blinded.

It's a rock!

Not dirt ground.

What kind of strength does it take to stick a Boi knife in?

"Donald bitch! What a daze! Get moving! Shoot!"

Jacob threw away the missed Henry M1860 and yelled at Donald as he reached out to pull Remington out and continue shooting. But when he touched the holster, he suddenly found that the loaded runner had been shot. That is, Jacob is now out of magazines and without bullets!

"TM yes! The house leak happened to rain overnight! Is this the day to kill me?!"

Shakespeare once borrowed Hamlet to say: To live or to perish, this is a question worth considering.

Is it to escape?

Or keep fighting?

That's a question for Jacob.

Running away? Although this will cause you to fail the mission and lose your qualification as a man, at least you can survive. Survive it. Does it matter how many handfuls have life......?

Bah!

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, as long as I can complete the task, even if it is to exchange my arm for a few, I am willing! Even if I die here, I will die as a man. Instead of running away, living like an emasculated wild dog......

Fight! Fight!

Even if I die, I will fight!

Jacob's eyes lit up with fire.

Hmmm-

Jacob pulled out the Boi knife, and the cold light of the blade reflected Jacob's eyebrows like snow.

Over there, Anthony Wade also stood up, covered in blood, covered in horrible blood holes, and the white sternum could be faintly seen in his chest. Even more terrifying was his face, after being shot in the jaw by Donald, Anthony Wade lost half of his face. The mutilated stubble was exposed, without the support of the jaw, and the long scarlet tongue dragged down even longer, dripping saliva and blood, dripping on the rocks on the ground, and corroding into small pits......

"Whew-"

Anthony Wade whipped his long tongue and screamed, his halberd pointing at Jacob beyond the wall of fire, giving a challenge.

"Battle...... War...... Battle ......"

The faint voice revealed a murderous aura that shook the sky!

"Good!"

Jacob was aroused by Anthony Wade's murderous spirit for a long time!

How long has it been?

How long has it been since you forgot to fight to the death?

As a killer, I'm used to hiding in the shadows to solve enemies, using bullets, using poison, using traps......

"Maybe that's why I stopped at the Grandmaster's realm!Or maybe that's why I died in my previous life......

Jacob lowered his head and muttered to himself, and the battle intent that rushed into the sky was billowing up like wolf smoke!

"You're going to fight!

Jacob strode forward, resolutely towards the platform, and stopped outside the wall of fire. He pointed at Donald and said, "I just want you to let Donald go!

“......”

Donald listened to Jacob's words and was moved to tears, unable to speak. Just looked at Anthony Wade, hoping that he would agree to Jacob's words.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Looking at Donald, who was as tearful as a woman, Anthony Wade laughed ho-ho. He looked at Donald like he was at a dog on the side of the road. Although this wild dog is crazy and can bite people, a wild dog is a wild dog, and it can be kicked to death.

Anthony Wade stared at Donald wickedly, walking towards him.

Puff puff......

The sound of heavy footsteps tugged at Donald's heartstrings, and an aura like a prison enveloped him. Suddenly Donald was paralyzed, unable to speak, unable to move, like a fly in the amber.

"Lord...... People ......"

Turning his head to look at Jacob with difficulty, Donald looked at Jacob with pleading eyes, opened his mouth to make a mouth shape, but there was no sound.

Jacob was indifferent and did not respond to Donald's pleas for help. At this time, he couldn't save Donald, so he could only resign himself to fate and see how Donald and his creation were.

Pitch-black shadows obscured Donald's vision, and his nose was filled with a suffocating, rich smell of blood. A crystal skull claw slowly grabbed the top of Donald's head, sharp nails scraping Donald's scalp like eagle claws, causing Donald to shiver and his hair stand on end. He felt the smell of death permeating him, as if he would be lifted from his skull by Anthony Wade in the next moment......

"O God, forgive me!"

Donald instantly reminisced about his life and prayed for God's forgiveness for the sins he had committed in the past. He repented in despair, prayed, and waited for death to come.

"Squeak—"

"Ahh

The scalp is gripped, and the hair is tense and squeaks. The painful tugging sensation distorted Donald's entire face in pain. He struggled, trying to break free from Anthony Wade and make a final dying throe. But there was nothing that could be done......

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Anthony Wade jerked Donald by the hair and lifted him into the air as easily as he was carrying a leper dog. Then he stared straight at Jacob, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Bang-"

With a wave of his arm, Anthony Wade threw Donald into the air by a huge margin, his body almost parallel to the ground, and then slammed Donald to the ground. Donald's body actually bounced like a leather ball, and then fell to the ground, silently, only a pool of blood flowed from under his face......

Jacob couldn't help but shudder when he looked at Donald's miserable appearance, and his heart suddenly lifted, and his heart said, "Grass...... You don't want to die! If you die, I'll be miserable!"

Thankfully, nothing was happening.

It seems that Donald was just knocked unconscious.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Anthony Wade yelled at Jacob. He pointed to Donald on the ground, then to himself, and shouted in confusion, "You are all dead...... I...... Dead ......"

Jacob instantly understood what Anthony Wade meant.

He was trying to say, "Either I'll kill you and then I'll kill Donald, or you'll kill me and you'll live!"

That's not bad either!

Just in the heart of Jacob. To die together, to live together!

Jacob nodded, backhanding the Boi knife back into its scabbard. He turned and walked towards the cliff, leaping up to the rocks, then onto the platform, facing Anthony Wade.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Twelve forty-five o'clock?! Three o'clock in the afternoon! God will be on me!"

Jacob glanced at his pocket watch and smiled meaningfully.

Within a few days of arriving on this plane, Jacob was forced to fight two duels. Coincidentally, they all agreed to duel at 12 o'clock at noon, but in the end they all dragged on until 12:45. That is, the three o'clock in the afternoon mentioned by the Celestial Empire, this is the moment when the yang energy is the most abundant in the day and the yin energy dissipates immediately.

After the sandstorm, the sky was blue. The scorching sun was shining directly on the earth, and the air began to twist. The platform, which is less than 100 meters in radius, is full of messes, mutilated corpses of people and horses, and raging fires......

Anthony Wade pointed to the hapless Donald lying on the ground, and the more than three hundred Bronk residents in the cave, their terrifying faces full of pride, and their long scarlet tongues licking the stubble of their jaws, salivating.

Jacob understood what he meant.

What Anthony Wade means is: Jacob lives, Donald and more than 300 Bronc residents live! Jacob dies, everyone will die!

For a moment, Jacob felt the air freeze, and the pressure instantly increased. Because this is not only about a few of his lives, but also about hundreds of lives! Although these hundreds of lives have nothing to do with him......