The Eighth Game: Wilderness Hunting Ground 10

The man's face was contorted with rage, and he emitted a chilling laugh, as though he had gone mad. He lifted the chainsaw and charged.

The roar of the chainsaw and the sound of snapping branches filled the air. Wen Nannan ran and dodged, ignoring her direction, her mind racing to figure out how to jam the chainsaw.

Dealing with a maniac wielding a chainsaw, she could almost feel the pain of shredded flesh just by looking at it.

In her frantic run through the dense foliage, she couldn't see if there was a path under the thick undergrowth.

Suddenly, she stepped into thin air and tumbled down the slope.

As she spun wildly, branches scraped across her body. She shielded her vital areas with her hands and managed to avoid serious injury when she was stopped by trees.

However, her hands and neck were scratched by thorny vines, and when she sat up, her clothes and hair were covered in leaves, leaving her looking quite disheveled.