Chapter 267 Flanders' Mistake

Night fell quietly in Suotu City. This ancient city seemed to be gently wrapped in the deep dusk. Although it was quiet on the surface, it was permeated with a trace of desolation and depression.

The long-standing food shortage was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling the throat of the city, making the daily life more tense and solemn than the day before.

However, tonight, the silence of Suotu City was broken by an unusual noise.

First, there was a sudden huge explosion in the night sky. The deafening roar accompanied by dazzling flames instantly tore the silence of the night.

At this moment, on the edge of the rich area, the sound of bricks and rubble breaking continued, like a broken symphony, penetrating this night that should have been calm.

The spacious and bright avenue in the rich area became the biggest problem on Flanders' escape road at such a critical moment. Every inch of the road covered with moonlight seemed to reveal a fatal crisis.

He was agile and cleverly avoided the fatal attack from behind at the critical moment. In an instant, he locked the direction of his advance in the direction of the slums and rushed there without hesitation.

At this moment, Flanders couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He recalled why he failed to accurately calculate the landing point when he launched the attack before, causing the whole person to deviate from the predetermined trajectory by hundreds of meters and almost fall into an irretrievable situation.

However, in this life-and-death race, Flanders developed a subtle liking for the small reincarnation academy that had published many exquisite soul power usage methods.

It was precisely because he mastered the superb skill called "Soul Power Waves" that he was able to use his extraordinary wisdom and grasp of timing to consume excess soul power in exchange for a faster speed.

Facing the relentless pursuit of the strong attack-type soul master behind him whose martial soul attribute was speed, Flanders was still able to rely on this unique method of using soul power to gain a precious speed advantage for himself during the life-and-death chase, so as to try his best to stay one step ahead in this cat-and-mouse game in the dark.

For Ross, who was biting like a cheetah, Flanders, who was like a cunning mouse in the ditch, was undoubtedly his most difficult problem tonight.

His agile figure loomed in the darkness, and every clever dodge gave him a headache.

All the developments tonight were completely beyond Ross's expectations. Whether it was the failure of the carefully designed trap or the exposure of his hiding place, this conspirator who was proud of his superior wisdom fell into an unprecedented dilemma.

At this moment, the night of Suotu City was turbulent because of their pursuit. Whether they chose to escape or continue to pursue, they needed a chance to breathe. However, at this critical moment, such a gap was like a mirage, elusive.

Originally, before he fell to the ground, Ross had imagined that as long as he successfully injured Flanders, this slippery owl would lose the ability to track him, or seize the opportunity to quickly get rid of him.

However, the reality was that his speed advantage became eclipsed in this life-and-death contest, and he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

What was even more bizarre was that the way Flanders used his soul power reminded him of the skills he had seen from the soul fighters who had just shown their prowess in the soul fighting field, which were the martial arts shared by the Small Samsara Academy.

Faced with this dilemma, Ross had made a decision in his heart: if the next few attacks still didn't work, then he had to use the escape route that had always been his last means of saving his life.

Just as Ross was thinking about it, he keenly noticed that Flanders' steps in front of him began to show a hint of impatience and unnaturalness.

This tiny change did not escape Ross's sharp eyes. He immediately seized the opportunity and swung a heavy blow, pouring his power directly on the dilapidated house next to him.

Suddenly, wood chips mixed with rusty nails and stones embedded in the wall whistled out with the sound of breaking wind, and shot towards Flanders, trying to disrupt his rhythm and create a precious opportunity for counterattack.

Flanders was running fast in the decaying alley. His steps were already disordered because he was trying his best to maintain his balance and evade. At this moment, he was hit by the whistling debris from behind, and he instantly lost the precise control of his body.

This was undoubtedly a fatal mistake in the life-and-death battle. In this moment of distraction, Ross, who was originally left behind, caught up with him like a black lightning.

The hair on the back of Flanders' neck stood up instantly, as if he could clearly feel the strong wind pressure brought by the attack from behind.

"Fifth soul skill - wind-proof wings!"

Flanders shouted sharply, and a circle of golden body-protecting light immediately appeared around his body.

However, Ross did not underestimate the enemy as he did when he first encountered this soul skill, but responded with a more cautious and targeted attitude.

Faced with this defensive method of dissipating force through shattering, Ross already had a way to crack it.

When his claws penetrated the golden light like a broken bamboo and directly attached to Flanders' skin, Flanders could even hear the strange trembling rhythm between the joints, muscles and fascia coming from Ross's body.

That blow should have been a spent force, but when the old power was exhausted, it miraculously gave birth to new power, like a vortex in the center of a storm, carrying a terrifying and sinister soul power, and fiercely bombarded Flanders' body.

The terrifying impact force accompanied by the corrosive soul power instantly invaded Flanders' internal organs, and then he was completely blown away by this huge force like a kite with a broken string.

After passing through three houses, Flanders finally crashed into the stone wall foundation of a two-story wooden house and stopped abruptly. The hard foundation cracked a huge gap under his violent impact, and stone fragments splashed out. The whole scene was as shocking as a landslide.

Due to the damage to the foundation, the two-story wooden building began to collapse with a series of teeth-grinding creaking sounds, and the huge wooden frame structure instantly buried Flanders completely.

As the dust settled, the wooden house that once stood turned into a ruin, and only the gap in the foundation with rammed earth as the bottom and stone shell silently told the battle that had just happened.

Rhodes knew that although the attack just now could not completely end the life of a powerful soul god, it did create a precious window and space for him to escape.

He put away his original plan to continue chasing, and turned around without hesitation and ran towards the public water well in the slum not far away.

The intelligence agencies of the Tiandou Empire have completely blocked the underground network of Soto City, and choosing to swagger between the roofs above the city is undoubtedly a blatant provocation to the agents who are still patrolling and searching in the city.

At this moment, Ross decided to use the last trump card hidden by the intelligence organization of the Xingluo Empire - the dark river hidden deep underground.