The Screamer was perched on a corpse, staring at Su Changxing's fleeing figure, without immediately chasing after him.
Su Changxing exerted all his strength to run forward, covering tens of meters in a few strides, crossing hundreds of meters in three breaths, yet still feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp, reminiscent of a cat-and-mouse chase.
He was the mouse, the Screamer was the cat, there was a hint of a hunter teasing its prey hidden within.
Perhaps the Screamer targeted him simply because he was stronger than others, like humans, who develop higher-level needs when everything is provided for.
In the instant Su Changxing reached another street, a piercing screech shattered the Darkness, Heavy footsteps transmitted from behind.
Su Changxing suddenly halted, a dark arrow appeared in his hand, drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, aiming—all in one smooth motion, extending half a stature forward in anticipation, firing the arrow.
