Mad Escape part 2

Regan was shocked to the core by Ryan's unexpected behavior. As he watched the bloodthirsty aura emanating from the oncoming Blood Clan werewolf, a wave of fear swept over him, causing his heart to race. At that moment, he completely abandoned the thought of chasing Ryan and, without hesitation, turned and dashed towards the outskirts of the Blood Mist Forest.

There was no doubt; staying here would mean certain death! The terrifying presence emanating from the Blood Clan werewolf was evidence enough that his strength far surpassed that of a human level 60 mage!

In the blink of an eye, the werewolf, Hadrian, arrived in the crimson sky. Watching the two figures fleeing in opposite directions, his bloody eyes filled with mockery.

"Today, none of you will escape!" Hadrian's sinister face bore a confident smirk.

He glanced southwestward, through the dense crimson mist, catching sight of Ryan's fleeing figure. Instantly, a black spear, condensed from dark, malevolent energy, materialized in his hand, emitting an eerie black aura.

"Die!" With Hadrian's unmistakable voice, he casually hurled the black spear forward. It shot through the air like an arrow released from a bowstring, aimed at Ryan who was swiftly escaping in the southwest sky.

In an instant, centered around the black spear, a cone-shaped vortex of dark red emerged, carrying an overwhelming intent to kill as it surged through the sky above the Blood Mist Forest, swiftly catching up to Ryan!

Feeling the impending danger behind him, survival instinct kicked in, and Ryan accelerated, pushing his flight speed to its limits. Like a phantom, he darted through the dense fog, attempting to evade the imminent attack.

However, the speed of this strike far surpassed Ryan's expectations. The dark, malevolent spear locked onto him, leaving him with no escape!

Resignedly, Ryan gritted his teeth, preparing for a desperate struggle. Frantically, he retrieved numerous medium-grade magic crystals from his magic storage ring, crushing them and channeling their vast magical energy into the Heart of the Dragon.

Answering Ryan's call, the shattered Heart of the Dragon armor instantly activated, enveloping his entire body in a dazzling golden dragon-scale-like protective shield.

"Boom!" Accompanied by a violent explosion, in Ryan's horrified gaze, the protective shield formed by the Heart of the Dragon was instantly shattered by the incoming strike, followed by the dark spear crashing directly into him, colliding fiercely with the Armor, emitting a dull metallic impact.

Immediately afterward, blood gushed from Ryan's mouth in torrents as he was violently propelled backward by the force of the black spear, akin to a kite with a broken string.

In an instant, an extremely violent force ravaged Ryan's body, crushing every inch of his bones and organs with unstoppable ferocity! He felt every inch of his skin trembling, intense agony flooding his consciousness like a tide. The already battered and blood-stained wounds on his body seemed to be mercilessly torn apart by invisible hands, blood gushing out, plunging him into a nearly unbearable despair. His consciousness gradually blurred, and under this fatal blow, he could feel the life force within him draining away at an alarming rate!

Just as his life hung by a thread, the Dragonheart armor on his body seemed to sense the deadly crisis. The ruptured surface of the armor erupted once again with dazzling brilliance, as if in its final roar in the face of adversity, brimming with the unyielding power of resistance. A golden dragon soul instantly surged from the armor, carrying an invincible majesty, fiercely drilling into Ryan's body! Immediately, an extremely gentle force swept through every part of Ryan's body, erasing the rampant deadly power within him!

After completing all this, the dragon soul seemed to have fulfilled its mission and dissolved into a mighty and pure energy within Ryan's body. Gradually, cracks spread rapidly across the Dragonheart armor like a spiderweb, and without the dragon soul, the damaged armor could no longer withstand it, beginning to crumble bit by bit, turning into a flurry of golden fluorescence.

Ryan was forcibly pulled back from the brink of death by the Dragonheart, but at this moment, his body was already in a state of devastation. Without timely treatment, he would likely still meet his doom. So, without any hesitation, he immediately spent the remaining two thousand points to buy two bottles of Primary recovery potion and quickly drank them down.

Upon consuming the Primary recovery potion, the vigorous vitality within the potion instantly spread throughout Ryan's body, repairing the shattered bones and organs that could no longer afford to break. This barely restored his mobility.

However, at this moment, he had become a bloodied figure, his wounds still oozing blood continuously, instantly attracting the greedy gazes of countless Blood Clans along his path, all converging towards him.

Ryan dared not linger even for a moment, forcibly adjusting his flight posture in the air, enduring the excruciating pain coursing through his body like a thousand knives, continuing to madly flee southwestward.

"Hmm? This human reptile actually survived?" The werewolf Hadrian, looking at the distant figure in the sky that did not die instantly under his blow, felt quite surprised.

However, he did not rush to pursue; instead, he turned his gaze to the north. With a sneer in his eyes, Hadrian's figure dashed swiftly towards the north, chasing after the stronger opponent, Regan.

In his view, the flesh of human strongmen was more tempting; consuming it could rapidly elevate his strength to a new level! The human fleeing to the south was weaker and had already been severely injured by his blow, likely not running far, merely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered at any moment. Comparatively, the human strongman before him, with strength similar to his own, was more troublesome; any slight carelessness could let him slip away!

He would absolutely not allow the prey he had set his eyes on to easily slip from his grasp!

While the werewolf Hadrian was crazily chasing after Regan, Ryan, taking advantage of the few remaining minutes of the tenfold speed buff from the experience card, quickly shook off the crazily pursuing bloodthirsty monsters behind him, swiftly dashing dozens of kilometers southwest.

As the tenfold speed buff from the experience card disappeared, Ryan's speed visibly slowed down. The scent of fresh blood still emanated from his body, permeating the blood-red mist, attracting monsters from all directions.

Ryan raced through the air with his heavily injured body, an unprecedented exhaustion enveloping him, while his magical power consumption was also rapidly increasing.

With his points depleted, Ryan could only continuously retrieve magic crystals from his magic storage ring, crushing them to channel the converted magic into his body, maintaining the consumption of magical shields and flight.

However, as more and more monsters were attracted by his scent along the way, gradually, even the airspace ahead of him was densely filled with swiftly approaching Blood Clans! Although he had moved far from the center of the Blood Mist Forest, the monsters he encountered along the way generally ranged from Level 10 to 50 in strength!

With no way to avoid them, he had to fight his way out! In this despair filled with blood, Ryan's desire for survival burned even more intensely like flames. The cold moonlight pierced through the blood-covered sky, reflecting his resolute purple eyes.

"Kill!" Ignoring his severe injuries, enduring the pain, Ryan roared out with a murderous intent, and immediately, a Silver Serpent appeared in his right hand, while almost simultaneously, a fist-sized black hole formed in his left hand.

His hand gripped the sword hilt, fingertips showing white traces from exertion. Burning with fervent determination, he hurled the black hole, emanating a strange aura, fiercely forward. The black hole, like a bottomless abyss, streaked through the air, leaving behind a trail of darkness and destruction, like a dark meteor rushing towards the monsters ahead.

Then, Ryan swiftly followed behind the black hole, his sword flashing, his figure like a tiger leaping out of its cage, charging towards the oncoming Blood Clan monsters! His gaze instantly locked onto the weakest among the monsters ahead, a thin and weak-looking Blood Clan, probably at the level of a human Level 30 mage.

Everything on the battlefield seemed to slow down as Ryan's movements were unusually fast and precise. The momentum around him was like a raging storm, unstoppable by anyone. In the blink of an eye, the monster, dazed by the eerie aura of the black hole, showed fear and was easily decapitated by Ryan, its foul-smelling black blood spraying wildly, covering Ryan's extremely cold face.

After, Ryan grabbed the decapitated head of the hovering corpse in mid-air, the Wings of the Gale rushing fiercely behind him as he sped away into the distance, temporarily breaking free from the encirclement.

"System! Devour for me!" Ryan's mood was urgent as he watched the increasing number of Blood Clans surrounding him from all sides, hastily commanding the system. Shortly after, a huge mysterious black hole appeared above Ryan's head, slowly and steadily devouring the dark energy and souls from the headless corpse.

"Ding! Currently devouring, points +100, points +100..." The slow increase in points displayed on the system panel brought Ryan a glimmer of hope.