Amidst a hail of bullets and relentless pursuit, Xu Lin fled wildly like a wounded, solitary wolf. By now, he no longer had the capacity to distract himself with the death-like grip of the pursuit behind him, relying entirely on every ounce of strength to dodge and evade. His figure darted through the woods; with every tree he passed, he would quickly duck behind the trunk, snatch a brief moment of breath, and then resume his frantic sprint. He was like someone chasing the very last glint of dawn in the darkness, staking his entire hope on his own miraculous Immortal Body.
From the very start of his escape, he had felt a sharp, burning agony in his back—the unmistakable sensation of bullets piercing flesh. He knew he had been hit, and not just once; two ruthless rounds had already burrowed into his back. That heart-wrenching pain surged in wave after wave, hammering against his nervous system, but he clenched his teeth, endured the agony without a moment's hesitation, and pressed forward. Immediately after, another wave of torment—as if straight from Hell—spread through his entire body, this time in his leg. The pain was like being scorched by open flames, causing the muscles in his thigh to cramp instantly. Stumbling forward, Xu Lin pitched headlong onto the ground. He rolled uncontrollably several times before finally coming to a halt. He was a wretched sight, covered in mud and scrapes, while fresh blood oozed continuously from his wounds, mixing with the dirt to look all…
Chapter 87