He instinctively retreated, and a sharp edge of air that cut through him, a coldness occurred between his chest and abdomen, and liquid spurted out. He shouted a hunting knife and leaped out his body.

With a sound, the blade hit the blade with violent force, and the two figures separated again.

Jeff shook his head, resisting the tearing pain in his mind, and looked at his chest and abdomen, where a wound was cut, but not too deep.

He turned the source energy to stop bleeding, and he stared at the black-haired hunter opposite.

Mental attacks are the best when unexpectedly, and if you are prepared, it is difficult to cause too much damage. They can shrink their mental defenses and no longer give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of.

Still underestimating this hunter, Jeff was wary that he needed to treat the other party as a real opponent.

Bai Jing raised Tang Dao in front of him, and strong pain came from his ribs. A large area of ​​his muscles were torn apart, making it difficult to stop bleeding. He had a one-on-one fight with a crazy-level savage who controlled the transformation of the source gas. The chances of his escape were slim.

It's also a real trial opportunity.

He narrowed his eyes.

The atmosphere solidified for a moment, and the two figures broke out, and a new round of collision began.

The knife light mixed with blood light kept exploding, and it collided countless times in a few seconds, and then the figures separated again.

Bai Jing was covered in blood, his body trembled slightly, but his feet were still nailed to the ground, his arms tightened, and the tip of the knife rushed forward. This was a fighting posture to fight for life.

Jeff looked embarrassed, but there was still only one wound on his body, and he still had a crushing advantage.

"You don't have a chance." Jeff raised his hunting knife and slashed it out with one knife, and his body rushed out after the shooting of the knife energy.

The hunter opposite stretched out his palm, and the misty white air gathered and bumped into him.

Jeff's feet sank, his body leaped high again, dozens of white air shattered the knife light, and passed by him, only one hit his left leg. The source air shield that had just been supported was instantly penetrated, and the white air passed through his left leg, shot to the rear, and disappeared in the distance.

In Bit's report, the other party's terrible surface attack ability was mentioned. He was preparing for this moment. His shield and left leg were as unresisting as air in front of this white Qi. If he was hit on the front, he could not imagine what the consequences would be.

"Is this your last hope?" Jeff landed, stepped on the sand, and ignored the blood arrows spurted out of his left leg. "Hope is the cruelest thing in this world."

He raised his hunting knife, and the hunter opposite was already shaking and could no longer resist his last blow.

Source gas gathers on the hunting knife.

He watched the other party kneel on the ground, but his right arm still maintained his front posture, and suddenly clenched his fist gently.

The chest and abdomen exploded like a thunder, and countless blood and bone fragments spewed out, forming a big hole. Jeff lowered his head and looked at it, feeling the source energy and vitality were pouring out.

He didn't even understand how this huge wound came about, so he shook his body and began to retreat wildly, with blood spraying all the way.

Bai Jing watched his figure stumble and disappeared behind the rock, took out the third-level healing potion from the space and inserted it into his thigh.

In the only chance to cause damage to Jeff, he used the source explosion mark.

The marked source energy was folded twice by him.

Detonate four times the damage at the last moment, which is the limit he can do.

Even if he didn't kill Jeff on the spot, he probably couldn't last long.

"Who invented the saying that art is not enough to suppress one's body? It's really the truth..."

He stood up, threw away the empty potion, looked back at the remains of the car that was still burning with black charcoal, and frowned.

He drove the black rhinoceros very easily, but it was a pity.

The all-terrain vehicle was released from the space, moved up with difficulty, started the engine, and rushed out wildly.

The head-on collision left him with dozens of wounds, the worst under his ribs. The most important thing now is to leave, and the drone will come back at any time. As for Jeff, it depends on his own luck.

The all-terrain vehicle rushed out of the valley and drove onto the abandoned highway, like wild horses running into the distance with a roar.

...

After more than ten minutes.

A large black shadow appeared on the ridge, floating and moving forward, jumping between the rocks, and suddenly stopped.

His eyes swept through the black smoke that had not yet dissipated in the distance and moved back. In the shadow of the rock below, there was a person sitting back, and the smell of blood came slightly.

He jumped down and stood in front of the man.

He has long hair, a hideous scar on his face, and a huge open wound between his chest and abdomen. His breath is weak, his eyes are a little distracted, and he seems to be still in consciousness.

"Are the warriors of the Tom clan?" he asked, his voice low.

Jeff looked at the blurry figure in front of him and nodded slightly. He could no longer handle his injuries, his spine was damaged, his internal organs were broken, and his ribs were lost one-third, and he could not even keep walking.

He has used secondary healing agents and alkyl peptides, but these can only make him survive and he will die before his men arrive.

He still underestimated the black-haired hunter, and that was the price.

"Your injuries are too serious, I'm afraid..." the figure sighed, "There is only one way."

Jeff suddenly felt hope in his heart. He said there was only one way?

That is that he can save himself.

"Are you crazy?"

Jeff nodded slightly.

"That's worth a try." The figure took out a brown potion, "Would you like to give it a try? It takes a little luck."

The figure said, piercing the injection into Jeff's body, and he didn't seem to really care about Jeff's opinion.

"Next, pray to the True God, and in the shadows, you can gain new life."

Jeff suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body began to tremble violently, his throat clattered, his veins bulged on his arms, and his fingers fell into the sand and gravel on the ground. After a moment, he arched his body and a light red light began to appear in his pupils.

“Good luck.”

This sentence seems to be more than just saying to Jeff.

The figure looked at the gray granulation that began to wriggle at Jeff's wound, took off his hood, revealing the black tattoos all over the top of his head.

He waved the scepter in his hand, and Jeff began to slowly stand up and follow him.

"You may not get used to it at the beginning. When you slowly regain your consciousness, you will be able to regain stronger power." The figure said, "You will still have independent consciousness and all the memories. You are still you, but you will never betray the true God. As a proxy of God, you need to obey my command."

"Yes, never betray the true God and obey your command." Jeff croaked.

"As an apologist, you are lucky. Those corpses are walking dead without self-awareness." The figure said, "Praise the true god."

Jeff took a mechanical step, his consciousness was in chaos, something was rushing around in his body, and he could no longer feel the pain.

"May I have your name?"

"Jie...fu."

"So it's the famous Tom clan's fangs?" The figure stopped, turned his head slowly, and showed a kind smile.
Chapter completed!