The cruise ship was overcrowded. When people saw the monster leave, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, Xiao Gu still hasn't come up."

Zhong Li stood on tiptoe, looking around anxiously in the crowd, her drenched face full of worry: "Can he get out? I saw the Judgement Court's Demon Hunters in action. Will he be alright?"

Zhong Guoqing wiped his face and said, "I don't know. He has a Golden Card. Logically, he should be able to get on Mr. Liu's ship. As long as he's with Third Master, he'll definitely be fine. If he couldn't come over, now that the Judgement Court's attention is on us, he can surely escape on his motorcycle!"

He said confidently, "That silly child is not destined for a short life! He'll definitely survive!"

Under the cruise ship, Lu Zicheng and Chen Qing supported each other. Upon hearing the voice on the communication channel, they felt all the blood in their bodies turn cold, and their eyes met in blankness.

They hadn't expected, right after avenging their great enemy, to hear such terrible news.

Mrs. Yan is Fourth Rank, even without mutation, a Second Rank can't defeat her.

What's more under the premise of body mutation.

In this way, the biggest shortcoming of the Heavenly Master Path is gone!

Meanwhile, Fu Chaoyang staggered towards the barricade carrying his foster father.

He waved his hands anxiously, shouting for help.

In an instant, several beams of bright light shone on his face, blinding him.

The Demon Hunters marched forward with rifles, their trench coats fluttering in the rainy night, and their masks frozen in coldness, showing no trace of pity in their eyes.

Fu Chaoyang instinctively realized something was wrong and immediately thought to turn and run away.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered his foster father was right behind him and forcibly stopped the motion to turn around.

Then he opened his arms wide, shielding the middle-aged man firmly behind him.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A group of nano warriors descended from the sky, blocking him firmly.

A helicopter descended from above. Ying Changsheng sat in the cockpit watching the boy, commenting indifferently, "Didn't expect to see such a dutiful son in this age! Not bad, truly good!"

Chen Bojun expressionlessly jumped down from the cabin, coldly glancing around at the Demon Hunters, and said indifferently, "Who gave you permission? Do you want to die? Or does Li Qingsong want to die early too?"

The next moment, phantoms of thousands of troops flickered behind him.

The Demon Hunters were all intimidated by the murderous aura, involuntarily stepping back.

Chen Bojun turned to look at the father and son in the pouring rain.

Fu Chaoyang's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, gasping heavily.

The rope loosened, causing both the middle-aged man behind him to topple over.

"Child, you did well."

Chen Bojun said gently, "I was your father's comrade; you are safe now."

Hearing this, Fu Chaoyang's eyes instantly turned red. Years of grievance poured out, his small beast-like body trembling slightly, lips quivering: "Quick... save, save my foster father! Save my foster father first!"

With that, he remembered something, struggled to get up, and frantically searched around.

"What are you looking for?"

Chen Bojun asked with a frown.

"Give me a sniper rifle or even a rocket launcher! That naive guy lured the monster away by himself! I know where he's going! Hurry up and give it to me!"

Fu Chaoyang howled anxiously: "He can't hold on!"

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The dark rainy night, the howling storm, and muddy puddles.

Rapid footsteps splashed through the rain.

The wind roared.

Gu Jianlin gasped heavily, gulping down another bottle of Blue Blood, then leaped and grabbed the iron fence on the warehouse's exterior, kicking the wall repeatedly and flipping over with effort.

Three minutes and forty-one seconds.

Just at that moment, the wall exploded, a sharp stone grazing past his abdomen, leaving a two-centimeter-deep scar, nearly ripping away an entire chunk of his flesh.

Behind him, the wind roared, the monster howling in pursuit.

Pale Ghost Fire spread across the ground, stripping the life from all insects and microbes.

But that amount of life force was far from enough to heal the wound; Gu Jianlin could only press on the wound, forcing himself to rise, using his strong physique to leap onto the opposite rooftop, rolling to disperse inertia, and diving into the stairwell.

Moving too fast, he crashed through the narrow stairwell, even breaking the walls.

He had no time to retaliate, as the monster followed closely behind.

This was a race for life; even a second could not be delayed.

In her berserk, irrational state, Mrs. Yan stubbornly smashed through the stairwell, relentlessly pursuing him, spewing flaming tongues from her mouth, blazing intensely.

Several times, when Gu Jianlin closed the distance with the monster, he was nearly scorched by the flaming tongues, even singeing a lock of hair, leaving a burnt smell.

One can only imagine how dangerous it was.

Suddenly, the entire stairwell trembled as if an earthquake had struck, dust falling in a flurry.

Gu Jianlin's heart screamed a warning; he smashed through a window without hesitation and leaped from the fifth floor.

He turned over, planting the tip of his black umbrella into the wall, using the friction from the fall to buffer, stepping on the wall edge amid a flurry of falling fragments and dust, tumbling downwards.

When Gu Jianlin landed, the dormitory building behind him collapsed with a crash.