539: Chapter 93 The Death of the Assassin 539: Chapter 93 The Death of the Assassin The screen froze for a full five seconds, and Wu Ming’s emotions were also frozen for five seconds.
Just when Wu Ming was about to explode and felt like smashing his computer, the screen suddenly returned to normal.
A huge red damage number soared above his head.
-597 (108 points of excess damage)!
system prompt: Your one-ti Magical Artifact [Substitute Grassman] has been triggered, you have lost your Substitute Grassman, and you have recovered 100 Life Value.
Damn it!
Wu Ming felt a chill rush out in an instant and felt a sense of relief from a near-death experience.
Without any hesitation, he turned and ran, with all body movent skills fully activated, Qinggong maxed out, fleeing frantically in the opposite direction of Xiao Jie.
While running, he yelled into the voice chat: “Ah Mao, use the Shariputra, we need to retreat!”
This Substitute Grassman, which he bought for 300 taels of silver was a life-saving Magic Artifact that could only be used once.
It would activate when the wearer sustained a fatal injury, substituting for the user’s death, and restoring 100 points of Life Value to the user.
Ever since Wu Ming got his hands on this, he had always worn it but never had the chance to use it.
He even felt that there would never be a chance to use it, as his skill level and cautious nature ant that it should never have co to that.
It might have been better to swap it for a Magic Artifact that increased attributes, as it needlessly occupied an accessory slot.
However, out of consideration for the worst-case scenario, he had continued to wear it.
But today, it finally ca into play.
He had just skirted the edge of life and death.
But this made him even more fearful.
What if the screen had frozen for a few seconds longer, wouldn’t even the Substitute Grassman have been useless?
What the hell did this guy use?
Cheats?
Hacking?
Actually managing to freeze his screen, is there no reason in this damn place?
This feeling wasn’t a disparity in strength, it was like a difference in dinsions.
And now that the Substitute Grassman had turned to ashes, if another critical move ca, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
At this mont, only one thought filled Wu Ming’s mind—escape!
Fortunately, Fish That Don’t Eat Cats seed to have received the order.
A bell suddenly rang in the temple, and the surroundings quickly dissipated, reverting to the gloomy appearance of the temple.
Xiao Jie, watching Wu Ming fleeing frantically ahead, also noticed the change in the surroundings.
Looking toward the direction of the Bell Platform, indeed, Fish That Don’t Eat Cats had rung the bell again.
After ringing it, it imdiately flew out of the temple, with Big Orange closely following, making a Flying Pounce to follow along.
Wu Ming also did a sorsault leap over the temple’s wall.
How could Xiao Jie let him escape as he wished?
At this mont, his skills had just finished cooling down.
teor Soul Chasing Dart!
A beam of cold light shot violently towards Wu Ming.
-53!
The dart hit the thigh squarely, but the immunity effect of the Infinite Golden Pill had not worn off, and although the dart hit, it didn’t achieve a Vital Strike effect.
Wu Ming was left with 47 droplets of blood and sorsaulted, flying directly over the wall.
Not far away, Ye Luo and the others also noticed the sudden appearance of the three people and quickly rushed over.
“What’s going on, Feng?” I Want to Be Immortal shouted in surprise.
“Those two are assassins, chase them!” Xiao Jie said as he followed with a sorsault leap out of the temple, with the others from the adventure group quickly following.
Xiao Jie landed and saw that Wu Ming and Fish That Don’t Eat Cats had already run quite a distance, their speed was indeed fast.
But thinking of getting rid of him?
That was wishful thinking.
Sorcery—Eagle Eye Skill!
His eyes flashed like those of an eagle, and he peered in the direction the two were fleeing.
The distant scenery rapidly zood in as if two high-powered telescopes were equipped, and the images of two rapidly moving figures in the desert imdiately ca into view, haha, found you.
With a shout, Xiao Jie led everyone in pursuit.
anwhile—
“Master, did you succeed?” Fish That Don’t Eat Cats raced alongside Wu Ming, deploying Qinggong, and asked.
“Failed.
No more nonsense, just run!” Wu Ming was sowhat embarrassed, but now was not the ti for face-saving, escaping was of utmost importance.
Fortunately, his Qinggong was extrely superb, and as a Flying Thief, Fish That Don’t Eat Cats was also remarkably fast.
The two ran wildly through the wilderness, after a full ten or so minutes, they had already left the scope of the Ancient Battlefield and reached a patch of woods, where they finally stopped.
Wu Ming looked back to make sure they had thrown off their pursuers before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
“Phew, finally safe.” Watching his Life Value which had only a few dozen points left, Wu Ming thought anxiously.
He quickly took out a Life Creation Pill and started popping it.
“Master, what exactly happened?” Fish That Don’t Eat Cats, eyeing Wu Ming’s slowly recovering Life Value, asked thoughtfully, while subtly stepping back, seemingly looking for an angle.
However, Wu Ming didn’t notice these details.
Having just escaped from death, his heart was filled with relief, “That bastard is too strong, level 28…
damn, I think his strength exceeds even level 38, I can’t kill him.”
“So when are we going to make a move again?”
“We’re not.
This guy has forced all my life-saving asures.”
“Ah, you didn’t keep any card up your sleeve?”
“If I had any cards left, I wouldn’t be in such a sorry state.”
“Ah, in that case, then I’m relieved.”
Relieved?
A big question mark popped up in Wu Ming’s mind.
The next second, he suddenly heard a swooshing sound from behind.
Secret Technique—Flying Flower Poison Rain Thousand Needle Break!
Wu Ming turned around, and in that instant, his eyes were almost bursting with rage.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats shot out hundreds of poison needles from both hands.
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