Chapter 293 It’s too big
Jin An was close to exhaustion, and the pain in his body was gnawing at every nerve in his body like a wild beast.
Every step he took felt like he was walking on a knife edge. Blood continued to flow out from countless wounds, staining the ground around him red.
His breathing became more and more rapid, and every breath of air seemed to burn his lungs.
"It seems like things have gotten out of hand..."
He muttered, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible.
He really didn't expect that Im would take action directly under such circumstances.
When Fisher Tiger freed the slaves, the Five Elders did not take action. But when it was his turn, all these shameless guys came out.
He is feeling miserable...
His vision began to blur and the scene around him became distorted.
He tried to concentrate and find a way to escape, but the pain was about to swallow up his sanity.
His hands were tightly gripping the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.
Every heartbeat seemed to remind him that time was running out.
Jin An took deep breaths of air, but it felt as if he was inhaling a burning flame, and every breath brought severe pain.
His chest heaved violently, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, forcing him to keep moving forward.
"Can't fall down, absolutely can't fall down..."
He kept repeating this sentence in his mind, trying to suppress the pain in his body with his willpower.
He knew that once he fell, he would never have the chance to stand up again.
The surrounding environment became increasingly blurred in his eyes, as if shrouded in a thick fog.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to move forward.
Every step was like crossing an abyss, and every time I lifted my leg, I had to use up all my strength.
Suddenly, his knees gave way and he almost fell to the ground.
But he endured the pain, used the knife to support his body, and managed to stand firmly.
Blood dripped down the handle of the knife, making a dripping sound, in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Finally, the long sword that supported the body fell down.
The tip of the knife pierced into the ground, making a crisp metallic collision sound, then tilted weakly and slid to the ground.
Jinan's body lost its last support, and all the strength seemed to be drained from his body, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Snapped!"
His body made a dull sound as it hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Jin An's eyes went dark and his consciousness disappeared quickly as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
The noise all around gradually faded away, replaced by endless darkness and silence.
His breathing became weak and intermittent, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually slowed down.
The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, gathered on the ground, and mixed with the blood, forming mottled marks.
The hand that had been tightly gripping the hilt of the knife now spread out weakly, with his fingertips trembling slightly, revealing his final struggle.
Jinan's face was tense and his brows were furrowed, as if he was still in great pain.
The air around seemed to become heavy, and the entire Chabaoli Archipelago seemed exceptionally quiet at this moment.
Those who were chasing him were getting closer, but Jin An could no longer sense their presence.
His consciousness had completely sunk into darkness and he had lost all perception of the outside world.
However, even in a coma, Jinan's heart was still beating tenaciously.
Every beat seemed to declare his vitality, which, although weak, was still full of tenacity and indomitable spirit.
The surrounding environment became blurry and distant in his unconsciousness, only the darkness still enveloped him.
......
The group of people who were chasing suddenly showed joy on their faces, and they sensed at the same time that the running figure of the mysterious man had stopped.
The tension in their hearts relaxed slightly for a moment, but then they became more alert.
"He stopped. Maybe his injury couldn't be suppressed anymore."
Jaygolucia Satan Saint said in a low voice, with a smug sneer on his face.
However, he did not let down his guard, but instead moved forward more cautiously.
"Be careful, this guy was able to escape from Lord Yimu, so he must be very powerful."
Shepard ten Peter Saint warned, looking around sharply, ready to respond to possible surprise attacks at any time.
The same went for the members of the Knights of God. They all remained on high alert, holding their weapons tightly and fully activating their Observation Haki, trying to capture any sign of unusual movement.
"He should be proud of himself for having lasted this long."
A member of the Knights of God whispered, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.
They gradually approached Jin'an's location, and their steps became more cautious.
Everyone's heartbeat was accelerating, and it seemed as if they could hear the vibration coming from their own chest.
The leaves rustled in the breeze, as if foreshadowing something for the upcoming showdown.
Saint Jaygolucia Satan stepped forward, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"It looks like his luck has run out."
"Don't be careless. This guy managed to escape from Lord Yimu. We must not take it lightly."
Topman Vochuli Saint said sternly, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.
They have made all the necessary preparations to ensure that Jin'an will not have any chance of escaping this time.
The distance between the group and the mysterious man kept shortening, and the air was filled with tension and oppression.
Their steps were light and quick, and they took every step carefully, for fear of causing any noise.
Saint Jaygolucia Satan walked in front, his eyes as sharp as a knife, constantly scanning the surroundings.
The long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, as if ready to be unsheathed at any time.
Although his breathing was steady, he could not hide his inner nervousness.
With each step, he carefully placed his feet on the ground, avoiding any branches or fallen leaves that might make a sound and give away their position.
"Stay alert, he may have a trick up his sleeve."
Saint Jaygolucia Satan warned in a low voice, his voice cold and firm.
The other Five Elder Stars and members of the Knights of God followed closely behind, their eyes as sharp as hawks, not missing any corner.
Everyone was highly focused, weapons in their hands ready to attack at any time.
The only sounds in their ears were the wind and each other's breathing, as if even nature was holding its breath for this intense chase.
As the distance shortened, they could feel each other's breath more clearly, an extremely weak yet still tenacious sense of presence.
Jin An's figure was vaguely visible. He fell to the ground, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding.
"He's not far ahead."
One of the knights whispered, with a hint of excitement and nervousness in his tone.
Jaygolucia Satan nodded slightly, signaling everyone to keep quiet.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner turmoil, and continued to move forward.
Every step he took was filled with murderous intent, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Once you fall into our hands, your bad days will come."
It's a good day where you can neither live nor die.
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