Behind him, for some unknown reason, Frank Easton suddenly stopped in his tracks, lifted his face slightly, his eyes still tightly shut, as if searching for something in confusion. Suddenly, his body swayed, and streams of black blood began to flow from his nostrils and ears!

In fact, the wound on his leg, inflicted by that ghostly creature, was also hindering his pursuit. The most direct manifestation was: every time Frank Easton attacked with his sword, he would have to pause to catch his breath; otherwise, no matter how much Jason Allen could slow down the flow of time, he would have died a hundred times over by now!

“This is the moment!”

Jason Allen’s bloodshot eyes instantly locked onto the deadly enemy before him!

“Yes, your mind is starting to unravel, isn’t it!”

“No matter how mystical you make your ‘mind’s eye’ out to be, it’s still not as useful as a pair of well-trained eyes. Now, after missing your attacks again and again, the anxiety in your heart and the exhaustion in your body must have reached their limits! You may look like you have everything under control, but you’re still just a youth. I’ve lived at least thirty years longer than you, and I’ve experienced all the schemes and cold realities of my previous life!”

“Trying to outwit me, outlast me? You’re still too green!”

There’s actually no real difference between charging and fleeing—they’re both about running with all your might, just in different directions, which makes all the difference. At this moment, Jason Allen had clearly shaken off his opponent, but instead of running elsewhere, he was sprinting straight toward the overwhelming presence of Frank Easton, who had descended like an immortal from the heavens!

His charge was like a defiant moth flying straight into a blazing inferno, determined to make the flames flicker even if it meant being reduced to ashes!

“Your thigh wound must hurt a lot!”

“The corpse poison from that monster doesn’t look easy to handle, and the glow from your detoxifying jade pendant has faded. I saw that all the blood flowing from your wound is pitch black!”

“You’re gasping for breath now, your mind is in chaos, and your ‘mind’s eye’ is useless!”

“You!! Are at the end of your rope!”

As Jason Allen ran, he shouted these words at the top of his lungs—partly to strengthen his own resolve and deductions, and partly to disrupt his opponent’s state of mind.

Because even if all his deductions were correct, an ant is still an ant; the other side still had the power to kill him in a single blow. And to be honest, he himself was at the very edge of exhaustion—every extra second he could drag this out was another one percent chance at survival!

But at that moment, just as Jason Allen closed to within ten meters of Frank Easton, the still-handsome man suddenly raised his head. Though he couldn’t see Jason Allen, he locked all his energy and focus onto him, then suddenly hurled the sword hidden in his flute with his right hand!

Yes, Jason Allen had read the situation perfectly: Frank Easton truly was at the end of his strength. But precisely because he was, he would make the most ferocious and desperate counterattack! The dying bite back the hardest!

After the sword was thrown, its speed suddenly increased. But Jason Allen immediately noticed something else: after throwing the sword, Frank Easton slumped to the ground like a withered leaf!

At this point, Jason Allen had already calculated very clearly that, even though he could slow the passage of time, his sluggish physical reactions still couldn’t dodge this sudden attack.

So, in that split second, Jason Allen let out a wild shout. Relying on his knowledge of the body’s vital organs, he ignored the deadly threat coming straight at him and focused all his attention forward.

He raised his right hand and, using every ounce of strength in his body, hurled the stone in his hand—now warmed by his body heat—straight ahead!

This stone was something Jason Allen had picked up at random from the collapsed Shen family haunted house. About the size of a fist, solid and heavy, with a hard texture, he now threw it with all his might, sending it spinning with a dull whoosh toward Frank Easton more than ten meters away!

The pupils of Frank Easton, who had just thrown the sword from his flute, suddenly contracted. He never expected that this enemy, so weak he could not be weaker, would, in such a desperate struggle, launch such a deadly counterattack!

His hand instinctively reached for the compass at his waist, but that thing had already been corrupted and destroyed!

It’s worth mentioning that during the throw, Jason Allen was still in that state where he could slow down time, allowing him to maximize the adjustment of his throwing angle!

The result was that his accuracy was greatly improved—within ten or so meters, he could hit his target every time!

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Chapter 8: Defiance

In that life-and-death instant, as Jason Allen made his move, he also felt a sharp, indescribable pain in his chest. It was the sword from the flute, flashing like lightning, piercing straight into his chest and even through his back!