An hour later, Fang Senyan finally managed a slight reprieve, looking quite battered and covered in gore, though fortunately, most of the blood was not his own.

His real injuries were only two. The first was on his chest, left by the agonizing light-blade of a Dark Templar. This strike was vicious, slicing from his left shoulder down to his lower right abdomen; the Templar must have fully expected to cleave his enemy in two, but regrettably, only managed this one wound.

Fang Senyan’s muscles writhed and grew rapidly, but the residual power of the light-blade still raged upon the gash, significantly slowing the healing process.

This wound was the result of Fang Senyan’s overconfidence. Having fought numerous Dark Templars before, he believed he knew them inside out, completely underestimating the vast difference between these seasoned veterans forged in the fire of battle and the green recruits.

Of course, the moment the Dark Templar struck, Ronnie had already appeared behind him like a phantom. The grim weapon, glowing with bloody light, pierced the Templar’s black veil and severed his throat. Warm, emerald fluid immediately splashed outward, and a slightly pungent odor filled the air around them.

Fang Senyan’s second injury was to his head, alarmingly close to his eye. Blood had already coagulated above his eyebrow, making his face appear even more savage. This happened when he moved to reinforce a teammate and was raked by the claw of a Heroic Zergling, tearing away a large clump of scalp and hair, exposing the very bone beneath.

This wound required washing with clean water to neutralize the corrosive elements left by the Zergling’s claw; otherwise, it would be difficult to heal properly.

The original fifteen-man squad accompanying Fang Senyan was now reduced to only eight survivors: besides himself, Ronnie, Ramtas, and Gilgisna, there was Pantan, a machine gunner named Zangi, another machine gunner named Kalus, and the medic, Annilu.

The Protoss and Zerg seemed to have reached an understanding, both factions dedicating significant effort to wiping out Fang Senyan’s group. Thus, the pursuing forces attacked in wave-like formations, layered and rhythmic: first the Zerg, then the Protoss, then the Zerg again… ceaseless, mechanical, brutal, allowing no chance to catch a breath.

Fang Senyan and his remaining team were resting on a high floor of a building, silently spraying themselves with medical agents and bandaging their wounds. Fang Senyan gazed into the distance for a moment, then announced, "Our direction is correct. Rest for five minutes, then prepare to move."

After saying this, he turned to Annilu and asked, "Do you still want to undergo further enhancement?"

Though clearly exhausted, a flicker of excitement shone in Annilu's eyes, and she nodded firmly. At this moment, no one wanted to die; everyone craved rapid growth in power.

Fang Senyan walked up to her and opened his palm. Within it lay a brown crystal, the size of a mung bean, which slowly melted in his hand before dissolving into smoke that Annilu inhaled into her body.

The most intense battles for survival are the greatest catalysts for growth, especially when Fang Senyan could exploit the anomaly of enemy Soul Crystals.

As a result, the surviving machine gunners and others were at least Elite in rank. He had consciously channeled resources toward Annilu, the sole surviving medic. If she could successfully ascend to Hero status, then as long as they didn't run into a Queen, they shouldn't have to fear pursuit anymore.

As Annilu fully absorbed the smoke, her body trembled violently, and she passed out. Fang Senyan, having anticipated this, swiftly tucked her under his arm and told everyone, "Let's go."

At that moment, Ronnie had quietly set up a zip-line connecting two buildings, signaling everyone to slide across. While this traversal looked perilous, for those well-trained, it wasn't an insurmountable obstacle.

However, just as Fang Senyan started his slide, as if prearranged, a Hydralisk burst from the ground, forcing open a steel plate and spitting furiously at the zip-line above.

Simultaneously, a Brood Lord beat its wings powerfully against gravity and unleashed its spore attack directly at Fang Senyan.

These two creatures had deliberately hidden, setting up such a death trap!

In that instant, all the machine gunners recklessly slammed their combat stimulants, their eyes bloodshot, and focused their machine guns on the Hydralisk below. In just two or three seconds, the creature was reduced to a pool of festering ichor.

But the Brood Lord had already swept over, and the pale green corrosive spore it fired severed the resilient zip-line. The thin steel cable snapped cleanly, and Fang Senyan was still a full five or six meters from the opposite platform!

At that critical moment, Fang Senyan violently hurled Annilu, whom he was carrying. The force was perfectly calibrated, ensuring she landed safely on the opposite platform, tumbling a few times without sustaining any injury.

Yet, this very throw sent Fang Senyan plummeting even faster toward the hundreds of meters below. The killing scheme set by the Hydralisk and the Brood Lord was about to succeed. The elite Brood Lord shrieked in triumph and dove down, eager to watch its enemy smash into a pulp!

But in mid-air, Fang Senyan vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was already perched on the back of the elite Brood Lord!

This was the teleportation ability of the Ring of Champions. Even in that moment, Fang Senyan spared a glance back to point a direction toward the stunned survivors on the rooftop, signaling them to go first. Then, he clenched his fist and slammed it down violently onto the Brood Lord’s head, simultaneously clamping down hard with his legs!

The force of his clamp was incredible; a sound of crushing bone—"kacha kacha"—echoed from within. The elite Brood Lord let out a piercing scream, but halfway through, it vomited a deluge of green fluid from its mouth. Fang Senyan’s iron fist rained down blows upon its head, blow after blow. After several continuous strikes, clear cracks were visible on its skull.

These rapid blows were meant to inflict maximum agony on the Brood Lord, paralyzing its simple mind so it could only act on instinct. Otherwise, if it managed to conceive some suicidal plan at this altitude, Fang Senyan would be the one meeting his doom.

To outside observers, the Brood Lord appeared to be flying drunkenly, veering erratically through the sky, drawing closer to the ground as its strength waned.

At this point, at the end of the arm Fang Senyan used to grip the Brood Lord's neck, a weapon was manifesting, glowing with intense red light—it was the Demon Sword, Apophis!

As he neared the ground, Fang Senyan rolled off the Brood Lord's back. The red light from Demon Sword Apophis became more blood-like, so intensely crimson it seemed ready to drip. The Brood Lord’s head suddenly flew skyward, deep green acid spraying out like an uncontrolled fire hose. Fang Senyan had cleaved its head clean off with one stroke of the sword!

After landing, Fang Senyan slowly stood up. His expression seemed indifferent, but upon closer inspection, one could detect a fierce, burning resolve within his eyes.

Because at the end of the long street, a contingent of Protoss troops was slowly advancing. Among these forces, Fang Senyan recognized familiar markings on their armor—these were troops who had once fought alongside him, and now they were sworn enemies destined for a fight to the death! Fang Senyan’s gaze finally settled on a particularly unusual-looking Zealot; it possessed six hydraulically-driven legs…

Doctego.

It was the Protoss Hero Unit, Doctego.

Fang Senyan gazed deeply at Doctego, and Doctego’s electronic compound eyes returned the stare. They held each other’s gaze for two seconds, then simultaneously initiated their attack!

A barrage of Photon Cannon fire exploded precisely where Fang Senyan had been standing moments before. Even after the dust settled, residual flowing plasma could be seen at the bottom of the craters, hissing and crackling, with white electrical charges occasionally leaping out like small fish, shocking in their intensity.

At least twenty powerful Zealots charged forward in disciplined steps, their unified momentum mimicking a massive cavalry charge! Fortunately, Fang Senyan had already decisively dove into the adjacent structure, causing a massive clatter as if he had plunged headfirst into a pottery shop.

As the Zealots were about to surge in, they were abruptly halted by a massive steel plate Fang Senyan had hurled at high speed. The first three or five were instantly smashed aside, but the rest pressed forward relentlessly! However, the moment they stepped inside, they seemed to hit an invisible barrier, causing them all to double over, gasping and convulsing violently, dripping copious amounts of blue fluid from their face masks!

The **-type pneumonia had finally begun its rapid spread, revealing its savage fangs!

At that very moment, Fang Senyan also felt a wave of exhaustion. He didn't linger after the blow, immediately turning to flee. Just as he drew a shallow breath, he felt an intense wave of heat nearby; the steel wall instantly dissolved into glowing red molten metal, splashing outward, followed by a blinding, brilliant white light that enveloped him!

This attack was so sudden that all Fang Senyan could manage was raising his arm to shield his head!