But in the very next second, Fang Senyan's eyes remained filled with fury and sternness in the next moment. ----Fang Senyan’s left hand suddenly loosened, and a black bottle plummeted towards the ground without warning, shattering with a sharp "smash"! In this brief instant, an invisible shockwave erupted centered on the impact point, spreading out to twenty meters away.

Wherever the shockwave passed, great plumes of yellowish-green toxic mist formed. Any enemy enveloped within would suffer a reduction of 4 Agility points and the debuff of 20% Slow. Fang Senyan took a deep breath, drawing the slightly crisp air of Pandora's flora deep into his lungs.

He then glanced at the broad leaves that shone translucent green under the setting sun, and without hesitation, activated the acceleration ability of his soul equipment: Endless Vodka. ---He did something that neither Leer nor Yu Ze had remotely anticipated. ---Fang Senyan actually turned and fled!

---Simultaneously, a loud shout tore from his mouth: “There are the skeletal remains of a Phantom Tyrant Wyvern here!” Fang Senyan’s flight and his shout were like two venomous daggers, piercing deep into the hearts of Leer and Yu Ze!!! Their vision momentarily darkened; they were stunned for a full second by the sheer contrast……. What had they gone through to waste a chance to trigger their Awakening Extreme?

Why had they activated that precious opportunity for an Awakening Extreme? It was all to silence anyone who could expose the massive secret that the “Skeletal Remains of a Phantom Tyrant Wyvern” had appeared here! After all, several Contractors who had paid to set up waypoints had left earlier.

It was impossible to say if they were still lingering nearby. This meant that Fang Senyan’s shout, exceeding 120 decibels, could very well have been heard by other Contractors! And Fang Senyan’s retreat struck a major weakness in Yu Ze—his illusions had a limited area of effect!

Only under intense electromagnetic interference could Yu Ze mislead the senses of Contractors, causing them to experience an illusion akin to being trapped in a maze, unable to escape. However, under normal circumstances, this weakness of Yu Ze's was usually masked to the greatest extent. Firstly, as the enemy moved, Yu Ze could move along, keeping close to ensure they didn't leave his control radius.

Secondly, due to the presence of illusions, it often created a one-on-one confrontation scenario between Leer and any enemy attempting to flee. In such a situation, if the enemy tried to run, it meant exposing their vulnerable back to Leer, a swift melee Contractor as sharp as a blade. Furthermore, Leer’s speed was certainly not slow!

He would inevitably inflict massive, irreversible damage in a short time. But Fang Senyan actually fled! And he did so when Leer and Yu Ze least expected it!

He even pulled out a flask while running and took a comfortable swig. Not only did he appear completely devoid of psychological burden regarding abandoning his comrades, but he also looked exceedingly pleased with himself. One moment he was solemnly assuring his comrades he would never abandon them, the next, he fled with chilling detachment, his escape utterly decisive and soaringly righteous.

This intense juxtaposition nearly made Leer and Yu Ze cough up blood. They had seen shameless people before, but never anyone so hypocritically shameless! Worse still, he left behind a disgusting cloud of poison gas to cover his retreat, and more importantly… Fang Senyan’s escape speed was not slow in the slightest.

Shouting about the Phantom Tyrant Wyvern remains while running so fast, he looked like a seasoned veteran of fleeing, someone who had perfected the act through countless repetitions. How could Leer and Yu Ze not chase Fang Senyan? How could they dare not chase him?

The number of Contractors aware of the value of the Phantom Tyrant Wyvern’s skeletal remains wasn't small, but it wasn't insignificant either. If this news got out, at the very least, they couldn't keep the secret to themselves; they would have to turn it over to Zeus. As they furiously spurred themselves into pursuit, they couldn't help but utter a similar curse simultaneously: "Damn son of a..." If they didn't vent like this, they might genuinely black out from sheer anger.

They both felt an overwhelming sense of annoyance, rather than tactical difficulty. Facing such a scoundrel who operated without any moral baseline, their only immediate desire was to cut out his tongue and force him to chew and swallow the pieces himself. Compounding the issue, being affected by the toxic mist meant they were both suffering a mandatory 4 Agility reduction, which translated to another full 10% movement slow!

So, this chase dragged on for several minutes. Leer was a Contractor specializing in Agility. As for Yu Ze, it was still hard to tell his specialization, but it seemed to lean towards Spirit or Intelligence; it certainly wasn't linked to Strength or Agility.

Naturally, Leer outpaced Yu Ze significantly. Yu Ze had already been left behind by fifty to sixty meters, while Leer was steadily closing the gap on Fang Senyan, shrinking from fifty meters initially, to forty, and now down to twenty… “Idiot, I will definitely kill you!” A cruel smile touched Leer’s lips as he stealthily drew a rather peculiar item from behind him. Every time he touched this item, he felt the skin on his fingertips rejoice with giddy pleasure.

Suddenly, Leer stomped down forcefully. This stomp made it clearly perceptible how the soft soil beneath his five toes buckled under the explosive force. A dry twig snapped with a faint crack, and a beetle underneath the fallen leaves was instantly crushed, its yellowish viscera spraying out.

Then Leer leaped forward powerfully, covering seven or eight meters in an instant. At the apex of his jump, he hurled the object held in his hand! It was a weapon gleaming with metallic light, shaped like a skewed cross, projecting a perfectly curved arc through the air at high speed, even dragging out a continuous black afterimage.

It struck Fang Senyan’s legs precisely. Frost immediately coated Fang Senyan's legs, followed by the weapon spinning back into Leer’s hand! This was clearly a Black-grade throwing weapon: named Frost Boomerang.

Its damage was unremarkable, and the attribute reduction was even greater than the added benefits. Only one attribute was truly enticing: upon successfully hitting an enemy, it coated their legs with Frost power, reducing their movement speed by 40% for 5 seconds. This effect had priority.

And the cooldown for throwing this Frost Boomerang was only three seconds. This meant one thing: once struck by it, one was likely to be permanently shackled, trapped in an inescapable predicament. Fang Senyan’s movement speed abruptly plummeted.

This wasn't solely due to the devastating slow effect of the Frost Boomerang. It was also because the 28% acceleration buff from the Endless Vodka flask was ruthlessly nullified upon taking any attack. On one hand, he was slowed by 40%; on the other, the beneficial state of 28% speed boost vanished.

With the net effect swinging so drastically, Fang Senyan was caught up by Leer, entering effective striking range. At this moment, Fang Senyan couldn't help but turn his head, glancing at Leer with an expression of panic and fear. But after turning back, his gaze immediately resumed that wild, defiant clarity burning brightly.

Seeing the panicked look in the "Sailor’s" eyes, Leer offered a cruel smile, even extending his long tongue as he charged, licking the blade of his dagger greedily and bloodthirstily. He was unaware that the purpose of Fang Senyan’s turn was to confirm the coverage range of Yu Ze’s mental illusion field. The image relayed back to Fang Senyan’s retina was crystal clear: Leer, pursuing him, was alone.

Therefore, without a doubt, he had completely broken free from the area covered by Yu Ze’s mental illusion… This also fed back information from another angle: Yu Ze, struggling to catch up fifty meters behind, was the real body! Leer was now pressing close, less than five meters behind Fang Senyan. He let out a triumphant cry, lunging forward.

The twin daggers raised in his hands resembled a beast’s fangs, shining with a desolate and cruel light. Fang Senyan had no choice but to turn and raise both hands to shield his head and face. If he continued to flee, he would undoubtedly leave his vital back exposed to the enemy, like a simpleton waiting to be slaughtered.

Continuous silver light flashed relentlessly. Leer’s attack was pushed to its absolute limit, so much so that the silver daggers in his hands transformed into twin silver ribbons, instantly whirling and closing in. The speed of the strikes was so rapid that the air being sliced emitted a sharp, drawn-out "whirring" sound, even leaving a startling string of afterimages, creating immense oppressive force.

This was an ability Leer had learned from the Werewolves in the Night Watch world: Inflicting continuous attacks on the enemy at an extremely high frequency in an instant. Of course, the damage of each individual strike was weakened by 50%. This move, when unleashed, was brutal, as if the opponent were to be slowly flayed alive!

Under this overwhelming disadvantage, over twenty dense, messy wounds instantly appeared all over Fang Senyan’s body, blood gurgling out of them simultaneously. He looked battered and tragic, yet precisely at this moment, he cooperatingly let out a piercing scream, looking as if he might die the very next second from the pain.