27 Hunted Once Again
Outside the Crimson Forest, Regan looked on, his face a picture of relief from narrowly escaping death, at the BloodClan werewolf lord Hadrian, who was furiously roaring above the Blood Mist Forest. Drenched in sweat from head to toe, Regan had nearly met his end at the hands of Hadrian several times during the chase. In a desperate bid for escape, he resorted to forbidden magic, sacrificing ten years of his life to temporarily boost his strength, allowing him to flee the Blood Mist Forest.
Now, his face visibly aged, his originally grey hair tinged with white, a consequence of the life he had sacrificed. Reflecting on the heavy toll his pursuit of Ryan had taken, Regan's face turned ashen, his hatred for Ryan denser than the vast Blood Mist itself.
"Ryan! You'd better die in this Blood Mist Forest, or else, even if I have to travel to the ends of the earth or plunge into the depths of hell, I will kill you!"
Afterward, he stared furiously at the edge of the Blood Mist Forest, where the BloodClan lord continued to roar, before turning away in anger. His figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the Crimson Forest, leaving his resentment hanging in the air.
Lord Hadrian, watching Regan's safe departure, wished he could immediately burst forth from the forest and tear him to pieces! But he could not, for the mysterious force enveloping the Blood Mist Forest would unleash a devastating power to obliterate anything that dared cross into the human world, erasing him instantly from existence!
Helpless, Hadrian was consumed by endless rage. He could not forgive his carelessness for letting his prey slip through his fingers!
His furious roar echoed through every corner of the Blood Mist Forest, unleashing his rampant power. The air tensed and vibrated as if on the verge of shattering under his wrath. His unleashed power, like a freed beast, wreaked havoc, stirring up storms that turned the still blood mist into a tumultuous sea of blood. The mist's red deepened, each strand filled with endless resentment and power, dancing wildly in the night sky. Within a radius of one kilometer, everything was pulverized by his fury!
After venting for an hour, Hadrian, with a gloomy face at the center of his own destructive storm, felt as miserable as if he had eaten shit. Suddenly, he remembered a severely injured human who had fled to the southwest.
"Well then! If I can't savor the delicious blood of a strong human, I'll settle for the blood and flesh of this little human vermin!" Hadrian muttered coldly, then vanished, turning into a furious blood-red streak speeding toward the southwest.
Unaware of the looming danger, Ryan, boosted by a tenfold damage buff card, rampaged through the ranks of the elite BloodClans with strengths between 30-40, feasting on their blood. For a time, the slaughter instilled fear in the BloodClan army, making them flee at the sight of him.
Thus, within the Blood Mist Forest, a bewildering spectacle unfolded: a human was chasing down an army of BloodClans!
The BloodClans found themselves utterly perplexed by the human before them, who was disturbingly obsessed with consuming their blood. It was a scene so bizarre, it seemed to invert the natural order, bordering on the absurd. In the worldview of both BloodClans and humans, BloodClans were the supreme beings, the feared dominators. Yet, this human's actions shattered that conventional food chain hierarchy. His presence was like a ludicrous joke, challenging the established norms, sending a wave of panic through the BloodClan ranks.
At this moment, Ryan held a recently drained BloodClan, his gaze as cold and merciless as the harshest winter wind, devoid of warmth. He scanned the fleeing BloodClans around him, searching for his next prey.
Having drained five elite BloodClans in such a bloody manner, his system points had reached a terrifying figure—500,000 points!
Aware that upgrading his system to the next level required half a million points, Ryan's most urgent need was to enhance his strength. After all, only by escaping the Blood Mist Forest could he afford to think about the future. Without hesitation, Ryan spent 250,000 points to elevate his level to 40, entering the realm of a first-order archmage!
Feeling the continuous surge of power within him, Ryan reveled in a sense of exhilaration. The constant sense of danger from being pursued began to dissipate, replaced by a stern demeanor. His gaze became as sharp as a blade, and the power coursing through him made him feel as if he stood atop an endless pinnacle, looking down upon everything with fearless resolve. This surge of power instilled in him a confidence, an air of invincibility. He eyed the panicked BloodClans fleeing before him with an excited gleam in his eyes.
All of them represented a wealth of points!
In the next moment, he darted out like lightning, wielding tremendous magical power, and plunged into the midst of the monsters, initiating a ruthless slaughter. Soon, a shocking blood rain fell from the sky, adding a more vivid and eerie hue to the already blood-red fog.
Before long, the ground was littered with a dense pile of BloodClan corpses, quickly forming a small mound.
Ryan landed atop this mound, and a vortex swiftly began to devour, causing his system points to skyrocket once again.
"Devouring... Points +1000, Points +1000..."
During the devouring process, the rich scent of blood attracted many elite BloodClans from all directions, coming to partake in a blood feast.
However, most didn't even get a chance to see Ryan's face before being slain on the spot! Of course, there were some stronger than level 45, but upon witnessing Ryan's formidable strength and the mound of BloodClan corpses at his feet, they refrained from attacking, choosing instead to observe from the shadows.
As time passed, Ryan noticed that the BloodClans drawn to the area were becoming increasingly powerful, with some nearly reaching level 50!
Deciding not to risk further confrontation, Ryan grabbed the corpse of a level 40 BloodClan and, with the might of thunder, soared into the sky, heading south.
At this moment, his system points had increased by nearly 250,000, bringing his total back to 500,000 points once again.
This time, Ryan didn't rush to use his points to enhance his strength. Instead, he pulled out a map from his magical storage ring to consult it. He discovered that if he continued to fly south for another 1000 kilometers, he would enter an unknown territory. This area was unmarked on the map, crudely outlined with some mountains and plains. It was certain, however, that this region was not part of the Blood Mist Forest.
As Ryan pondered his next move, a wildly furious blood-colored tornado suddenly appeared in the distant sky, speeding towards him at an incredible pace. A thick sense of unease instantly enveloped him, making every pore on his body stand on end.
"Damn! It's him!" Ryan quickly recognized the familiar figure within the blood tornado, his eyelids twitching. Without a second thought, Ryan entered the system store and purchased a tenfold speed buff card, dashing away at breakneck speed!
The figure in the blood-colored tornado was none other than the fearsome BloodClan werewolf lord! He was rapidly closing in on Ryan with immense speed, fueled by boundless rage and murderous intent.
Ryan's face turned grim, uncertain of the true extent of the BloodClan werewolf's strength. He was certain, however, that even if he used all his tricks, he would stand no chance against this adversary—he was an entity not even the peak level 59 second-tier archmage Regan dared confront directly!
"If only I had half a day more to gather more points..." Ryan lamented internally. He had finally found a rapid path to increase his power, only to become a desperate fugitive once again.
Despite his reluctance, Ryan had no choice but to crush magic crystals, pouring vast amounts of magical power into his Wings of Gale to increase his speed of escape.
His figure, like a swift shuttle, raced across the sky, causing a faint thunderous roar, turning into a streak of light in the sky.
The pursuing BloodClan werewolf Hadrian, seeing Ryan suddenly increase his speed and distance himself, first paused in surprise, then his face twisted into a cold smile.
"Pitiful human vermin, quite the runner!"
Then, Hadrian's body burst with violent dark power, conjuring a gigantic pair of blood-red wings behind him. Accompanied by a dull sound of breaking the air, his figure turned into a blood-red streak of light, vanishing from where he stood.
Hadrian was confident—how could he, who had let a cunning level 59 human escape, allow a human vermin under level 50 to do the same? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Yet, the situation unfolded with dramatic irony. Boosted by the temporary tenfold speed buff card, Ryan managed to maintain a considerable distance from the BloodClan werewolf Hadrian, who, despite exerting all his effort, couldn't close the gap.
This gradually drove Hadrian into a state of impotent fury and deep self-doubt.
Was he really that inadequate, unable to catch even a mere human vermin?
