Chapter 873: A Mysterious man
’I need to get her to come to a very secret place where nobody else can see us.’ Max’s eyes flashed with cunningness as he leapt to his feet and bolted deeper into the valley, each step echoing through the chilling air.
"Max, where else can you escape to?"
Her voice followed him like a cold breeze, sweet and crisp like wind chimes, yet carrying the tone of a predator toying with its prey.
She licked her lips slowly, her eyes glowing with murderous delight, and strolled after him—not rushing, but matching his pace with ease. It was like being stalked by a cat who knew the mouse had no hope of escape.
The oppressive yin energy thickened, making every breath Max took feel cold enough to sting his lungs. The air carried a faint metallic tang of blood and death, and Nell’s laughter echoed faintly behind him, each note burrowing into his mind like nails on glass.
Max’s expression hardened, grim and cold. He was running quietly, his focus razor-sharp, but he could feel her closing in. Her speed was terrifying.
"Crackling—!"
The whip came again, its tip splitting the air with an ear-piercing shriek. Max whipped the Blue Dragon Sword around in a desperate defense.
Bang!
The clash sent a shudder through his arm, the force numbing his wrist as he was thrown backward from the impact. The whip was deceptively thin and elegant, but it packed monstrous strength. Max’s body crashed against the ground and slid several feet across jagged rocks, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with rage and frustration.