Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 443 - 427: Why Do They Keep Chasing Me?

Mysteriously, Zheng Hang felt a sudden chill run up his spine, as if a pair of invisible eyes were fixedly staring at him.

The sensation of being watched was like some cold, wet tendrils creeping up his back.

He discreetly scanned the surroundings, using his level 3 dynamic vision, attempting to capture any slightest sign of movement.

However, the underground tunnels branched everywhere like a giant dark maze, deep and shadowy with no end. If something sinister were hiding in the dark, it would be incredibly difficult to spot unless it revealed itself.

"The reconnaissance of the Blood Bar Deceit Eye is still somewhat limited, the visual range is too short, and it can’t see through objects. So, if someone hides behind a rock, I won’t be able to see their blood bar..."

Zheng Hang furrowed his brow slightly, keeping his guard up in his heart.

"Who could be watching me? Sigh, just having the Sharingan isn’t enough, I still need to find a way to acquire the White Eyes too!"

Zheng Hang pushed up his glasses with his palm, and after asking Zhao Jingyi a few questions, he smiled and said:

"...I see, don’t worry, next time we meet, I’ll rescue you from your mentor’s clutches. For now, I’ll help pave the way for your future advancement."

Zhao Jingyi was momentarily stunned, "Huh?"

Zheng Hang didn’t provide further explanations but added a reminder instead:

"In any case, when you are beside your mentor in the future, make sure to keep an eye out and gather intelligence on the Calamity Corpse Sect or Black Core. Well, until then, I look forward to our next meeting."

Leaving behind a parting line filled with warmth, Zheng Hang turned and walked into the depths of the underground sewer, his figure appearing exceptionally composed and graceful in the darkness.

Zhao Jingyi stood in place, her gaze following Zheng Hang’s gradually disappearing figure, her heart a mix of emotions.

From initial gratitude and tears to subsequent awe, and now to a sense of wistfulness, her state of mind was molded into a strange shape in a short span of time as if kneaded by a hand.

She silently thought to herself:

"Is this Destiny? I haven’t yet witnessed its terrifying side firsthand, but I’ve deeply felt this evil force that pulls you in helplessly."

The feeling was like being entranced; clearly aware that a chasm might lie ahead, yet unable to resist drawing near, and upon realization, one foot was already caught in it.

She didn’t understand what Zheng Hang meant by "paving the way for advancement," but for some reason, she felt a subtle sense of anticipation.

"Looking forward to our next meeting!"

Zhao Jingyi softly murmured towards Zheng Hang’s disappearing figure.

......

Feng Yuhuai’s breathing was heavy and labored, her chest rising and falling violently like bellows.

Her white shoes had turned black, stepping into the sewage of the underground pipeline, the foul and greenish water surface churned fiercely, and circles of turbid ripples quickly spread out.

On the water’s surface, her disheveled reflection appeared—hair tangled against her forehead, her cheeks smeared with grime, her clothes soaked with foul blood and congealed gore, clinging tightly to her skin.

However, more horrifyingly, the reflection included not just her alone.

Not far behind her, a humanoid monster with a faded nightgown around its neck, and a menacing visage, was frantically closing in, excitement flickering in its eyes.

And trailing a bit behind it, several slower monsters followed closely, vying to overtake it on the curve.

Behind them all, a damaged drone struggled to keep up, a wing tip already broken, teetering as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Its fist-sized eye, however, remained unblinkingly fixed on the sewer—a race against death between the beauty and the monsters.

It desperately wanted the "Golden Microphone" award!!!

"Chase, chase, chase... why are they still chasing me? I’ve already run into this sewer, yet they refuse to let me go. Are these monsters brain-dead, with so many people above ground, why target only me?"

Feng Yuhuai was seething with anger; even at this moment, she naively thought these monsters were attacking indiscriminately, unaware they were actually targeting her specifically, only feeling like she had the worst luck imaginable.

And what made her even angrier, furiously so, was the drone chasing her relentlessly, as if it would broadcast the live stream to the end no matter what.

Sure, Feng Yuhuai liked being the center of attention on TV, but definitely not in this way.

"When I find out which TV station this drone belongs to, I’ll devour you all."

Suddenly, a sharp chill swept through Feng Yuhuai’s heart, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

With a sideways glance, she came to a sudden stop and sidestepped abruptly, rolling her body to the right.

Just as she dodged, the walls of the tunnel ten meters ahead exploded like a web, and a three-meter-tall humanoid creature burst through like a cannonball.

Its limbs clawed on the walls, scales tightened across abdomen muscles, its whole body folding and springing like a switchblade, charging forward with shattered bricks and rust.

Boom—

The walls visibly shook, green moss and rust cascading down, the air bursting with visible shockwaves.

"When did they circle around to the front, these monsters even understand flanking tactics?"

Feng Yuhuai felt a jolt of terror; the monsters weren’t frightening, but what’s horrifying is that they could think, a vivid example being herself.

A gust of foul wind swept over her back; almost by instinct, Feng Yuhuai pressed her bloody red hair against her back, then used both hands and feet, slithering forward like a snake.

She glanced up slightly, seeing a shadow covered in scales swooping over her head like a cloud, carrying a nauseating stench.

The monster’s claws grazed her back, tearing countless strands of red hair, ripping through clothing, and leaving shallow gashes on her back.

"Want to eat me? Hmph, I’m curious about your taste!"

Feng Yuhuai’s voice carried a hint of a cold laugh, her arm shook suddenly, and energy surged into her wrist.

Using the monster’s huge frame as cover, Feng Yuhuai’s five fingers shattered for an instant, turning into thousands of fine, resilient red threads slithering like snakes, stabbing into the monster’s abdomen in a flash.

Puppetry: Snake Bite!

Hiss—

Hiss—

Like living things, the red threads frantically gnawed at the monster’s scales, slipping through minute gaps between the scales, and then roamed wildly in the monster’s abdominal cavity, greedily savoring the taste of flesh and blood.

The monster let out a pained wail, large amounts of blood spraying out like a fountain, splattering all over Feng Yuhuai’s face.

Seizing the moment the monster struggled in pain, Feng Yuhuai swiftly pulled back her hand, slipped out from under the monster’s gigantic frame with agility, and then rolled across the ground.

The second monster had already closed in, its terrifying claws rushing towards her head with a whistling sound.

Feng Yuhuai ducked her head to avoid the deadly strike, simultaneously kicking at the monster’s knee with momentum.

However, the monster’s body was hard as iron, and the counterforce made the sole of her foot tingle slightly numb.

Utilizing the recoil, she leapt up, flipped 180 degrees in the air, landing head-down, feet on the tunnel wall, with her red hair cascading down, covering her entire face...