"Click--"

“Oh…”

It can be said that I woke up. Due to the severe pain in my abdomen, my eyes quickly became clear. This seemed to be a huge ring arena. The source of my severe pain was a spear inserted in my stomach, and behind it was a wall. In other words, "I" was nailed to the wall. The "person" who threw out this spear should be lying not far away and moving. This made me suddenly feel a little glad, glad that the spear only hung up a few of my intestines, and even more glad that my appearance did not conform to the aesthetic view of this spear.

‘Ha...it’s a arena again, can’t you come with something fresh?’

As I thought about this, I pulled out the spear that was stuck in my stomach, and then threw it out before I could land.

"puff--"

The reason why I am so anxious is because the great brave man has "gradually improved". According to my experience, there are very few men, or males, who can pay attention to their surroundings at this time, which means that this is my only opportunity, and what if it is a trap? Can it be worse than now?

After I was down to the ground, I quickly untied the armor on my body and wrapped it around the wound on my abdomen. Although in this way, all the ones that should not be exposed were exposed, this set of "armor" was far more visual than practical effects, not to mention that saving my life is important now - I picked up two short knives on the ground, because Da Zhuang was not dead yet.

"roar--!"

Dazhuang is worthy of being Dazhuang. The muscles of the chief knot, the battle axe in his hand, and the pendant that is covered with blood but still standing under his crotch always have a rough beauty. The spear that penetrates from his back and comes out of his abdomen makes the picture more wild. For this, I just smiled, squatted slightly, and kicked hard under my feet—

"Woo--"

Dazhuang's combat intuition was still quite strong. Seeing my figure disappear, Dazhuang instinctively waved his battle axe, but I did not hedge him as he thought. Instead, I went around a lot. After his first strike, he missed a sweep and was a bye and then approached behind him. He left. Now, the spear in my hand that had been inserted into my stomach and into Dazhuang's belly, and the short knife that was originally in my hand was now inserted into his knee.

The so-called martial arts in the world are all-purpose, but only quickness is not broken. Only fools regard this sentence as the truth, because there are always certain conditions to realize it. For example, if we are both intact, then I will definitely die of exhaustion in the end. But now Dazhuang is seriously injured. Although the injuries on my body are not light, it is much better than Dazhuang, who is still hanging on the spear now. What's more, he is now a bad person who is being bad and is constantly adding new wounds to me.

"Ao——!"

Dazhuang is worthy of being Dazhuang. His survivability is indeed strong. He has been working hard for nearly an hour. When he died, there was nothing in his belly - it was hung out bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, but I didn't pay the price. With the spear as the radius, there was a circle painted in blood around Dazhuang.

"Help……"

Just as I was about to reband the wound, a faint voice suddenly sounded. I turned around and saw that it was the woman who was very consistent with the aesthetic view of Da Zhuang. Seeing this woman's almost broken clothing, her profession should be a priest or something. However, if this is really a priest's uniform, it must be a cult.

It was probably a whim. Looking at this woman who was almost dead, I walked to the side of her head and squatted down, and said to her with a smile: "Help you? How can I help you? Your internal organs are broken. The only thing I can help you is to end your pain, which is very easy."

"No...I...Don't...Don't...Die..." Hearing my words, the woman suddenly struggled violently, and tears of fear fell all over the place, but because she was so hurt that these tears couldn't float far away.

"Since that's the case, I can't help you, but you can help me." I said this with a smile. I returned to Dazhuang and pulled out the short knife. Under the woman's horror, despair and resentment, carefully took off her clothes, slowly cut open her chest, cut off her heart, and ate it carefully regardless of the dripping blood and the pungent fishy smell.

Because I want to live, I have to do this.

I knew when I killed Dazhuang. I was in hell now, but this hell is not the orderly hell where "the Lina" is. Here, chaos is the law, pain is food, soul is coins, and strength is the passport for everything.

I should have died because I failed in the competition with "That Lina", but the demons wanted to give me a chance, the last chance, but the price of redeeming my soul had to be paid by me, but I had to climb out of this hell first and then I could repay the price.

Although that priest suit looks like a cult costume, it is at least more than the "armor" fabric I originally wore. When I re-banded the wound with these ragged cloth, I found that perhaps it was because of the demonic constitution that the wound on my abdomen had healed, and all that was left was skin trauma. But if I still had a demonic constitution now, why was my current attribute just an ordinary human?

"call--"

When I sorted out the necessary equipment and supplies and walked out of the duel arena, a cold wind like a knife swept over me, making me subconsciously close my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, there was no such thing as a arena. There was only an endless ice field in front of me.

This is the seventh level of hell: betrayal.

This is what my instinct as a demon told me, and my instinct also told me that although in my eyes this is an ice field, it is actually just an ice bridge. Only by passing this ice bridge can I find the "stairs" to the upper level.

"hehe……"

Suddenly, I laughed, because I thought of the method of passing this ice field, and saw me untied the short knife on my belt and cut off the long hair behind my head - the first time I was so glad that I had long hair - braided my hair into a rope and tied two short knives to my feet.

——Yes, I want to skate.

The reason I do this is because probably only by doing this can I have hope to pass here. Although my instinct does not provide much information, I have other sources of knowledge, and these sources of knowledge provide me with some other information.

For example, when walking in an ice field, what is the most dangerous thing besides low temperatures and strong winds? It is an ice cave and a landslide. Once you fall into it, it will definitely be a situation where you will die without death. Using an ice skate can not only increase the speed, reduce the time on the ice bridge, reduce the possibility of being frozen to death, but also reduce the area of ​​stress and prevent you from falling into a "trap".

In addition, no one knows how many creatures there are in hell, but all creatures are the most loyal believers of the law of the jungle. Even a bug will be a terrible predator. I am sure there will be hell creatures on this huge ice bridge. With my current combat power, I can only escape when I encounter them, but those who only use "run" will also be dead and lifeless, so I will do my best to increase my speed.

As a weak person and a hunted object, I can only increase my speed.

Not long after, a meteor-like figure appeared on the bridge. From time to time, there would be a few loud noises behind her. It was the landslide at the weak position of the ice bridge. However, because her speed was too fast, she had already left the landslide area before the landslide. Not only that, some Qilu Demons who were chasing her screamed and fell into the endless abyss-Wait, this place was already the lowest level of hell, where could they fall?

I don’t know how long it took, the “help” given to me by the goddess had already burned out, but I have been supporting myself with the power of my will, because I dare not stop at all, not only because of the Qilu Demons that fall behind me, but the number is increasing, not only because of the landslides that may occur at any time, but more importantly, the cold surroundings that even the soul can freeze. If I stop, I will quickly become part of this ice bridge, just like those "statuary" that are constantly bypassed by me and are constantly smashed by the Qilu Demons behind me.

Run...Run...Run hard...Run forward...No matter what is ahead...

The consciousness has been blurred, but this sentence has been echoing in my mind. I don’t know if I am really running now, or if I have been frozen to death, just like countless remnants of souls frozen here, in the end, there is only the last bit of consciousness left, wandering here forever.

Hey...? It seems... it's a bit warm... Could it be that I've been frozen to death? It is said that people will have hallucinations of "hot" when they are frozen to death, but... why are there faint screams behind me? Maybe I gave up on myself, so I gave up the idea of ​​"continue running" and transferred all my energy to my perception of the outside world. Even if I'm about to die, then I want to know how I died - it's really strange persistence, right? But this may also be my last wish.

"here it is……"

When light appeared in a daze in front of my eyes, I knew that everything I felt was not an illusion. I bit my tongue hard, and the severe pain and the fishy and salty smell of blood successfully squeezed out my last energy. This energy manipulated my hand and pulled my body. Although it was extremely slow, it never stopped moving forward and slowly until I could feel a huge sting in my body.

At this time, I no longer had any strength, but I was very happy because I knew that I survived...
Chapter completed!