172: A hero saves a beautiful girl! Chen De's act of kindness...

Chen De walked up to the handsome man and slowly squatted down.

He heard the handsome man mumbling something, his words incredibly blurry.

Originally, when Chen De saw a severely wounded, dying person lying in the wilderness, he would definitely offer help to save his life.

Unfortunately, this person was too severely injured; Chen De was... Chen De was powerless!

Seeing him constantly mumbling, Chen De guessed it was probably his last words.

He couldn't save him, a life was just slipping away before Chen De's eyes, which made him a little sad.

Finally, Chen De decided to listen to his last words to ease his own guilt.

So, he reached out and placed his hand on the handsome man's forehead.

Soul Capture!

The handsome man's injuries were too severe; he didn't last a few seconds before he completely kicked the bucket.

But Chen De's current cultivation was already far beyond what it used to be.

Plus, the handsome man in front of him was far weaker in cultivation than Chen De.

As soon as he reached out and did a quick search, in less than half a microsecond, Chen De had searched everything clean.

He let go, allowing the handsome man's head to hit the ground.

Chen De stood up and casually clapped his hands.

His gaze followed the direction the group of people being chased had fled, thoughtfully remarking, "A bit interesting!"

"Perhaps, this is a good..."

He didn't linger, casually erasing the corpse at his feet, turning it into nothingness.

He also pursued them in the same direction.

...

"Don't run!"

"Stop quickly!"

With a whoosh, another spear hit someone in the back, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

This time, the one hit was a beautiful woman.

However, it was of no use.

The people chasing them showed no signs of pity for the fair sex.

And so, one more person was lost from the chased group.

No one paused; they continued to flee desperately.

As before, when the pursuers passed the person impaled on the ground by a spear, they casually pulled out the spear, gave another stab, and continued the chase.

He runs, they chase, he has no wings to fly away.

In such an isolated and helpless place, simply fleeing was meaningless.

What they faced was a continuous reduction in their team members.

Their team only had so many people, but there were more than just a few people chasing them from behind.

But as they ran, the people chasing them seemed to slow down.

Because of this, they even managed to put some distance between themselves and their pursuers.

But soon, in their flight, they were horrified to discover that they seemed to be surrounded.

As they ran to a certain spot, a long spear suddenly shot out from directly in front.

It hit one person head-on, firmly pinning him to the ground.

A scream accompanied it.

Helpless, the group had to quickly change direction and flee in another direction.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, both the front and back directions were definitely impassable.

So, they decisively unified their route and ran to the left.

But before they could run a few steps, another long spear shot out from the left, hitting one person.

Now, they could only run to the right.

But since three directions were already surrounded by the enemy, how could the enemy not consider the last direction?

So, before they could even act, a spear flew out from the right.

But this time, whether it was intentional or they dodged in time, it only hit a beautiful woman's thigh.

Her leg was pinned to the ground, blood profusely flowing from the wound.

They finally had nowhere to run.

They could only try their best to huddle together, forming a circle, looking around in terror.

The people who had been chasing them also leisurely surrounded them from all directions.

"Run, why aren't you running? Weren't you quite good at running just now?"

Some people, at this moment, were already pale with fright, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

Their pursuers had now reached their side.

A few who were clearly leaders swaggered closer to them.

Those people, however, dared not act, only watching nervously.

The leader walked up to several beautiful women, his hand uninhibitedly pinching and rubbing their sensitive areas.

The beautiful women dared not resist, trembling all over with fear, "B-big brother, please, let us go!"

Hearing this, the leader suddenly acted.

He directly grabbed the hair of the beautiful woman who spoke, pulling her down, and a cry of pain rang out.

The leader, holding the spear near its head, savagely stabbed down.

The beautiful woman then became motionless, her head pierced through by the long spear and impaled on the ground.

This sudden act frightened the surrounding fleeing people even more.

The leader stepped on the beautiful woman's head with one foot, and with one hand, he pulled out the long spear, looking around at everyone,

"Let you go? Why don't you ask if we should be let go?

Because of you, Lord Li went into a rage, and I don't know how many of our brothers who guarded you and guarded the city died."

He pointed to himself as he spoke, "My direct superior was right in front of me."

"With a 'bang!', his head exploded right in front of me, brains splattering all over my face."

Saying this, he walked up to another beautiful woman, gently patted her, and then fiercely squeezed her chest, "Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Given the tragic fate of the previous beautiful woman, this one was even more terrified.

She shook her head, trembling, and at this moment, a smell of urine wafted out.

The leader no longer wasted words, giving her the same treatment with a spear as the previous one.

He lifted the long spear, looking at the blood dripping from its tip, "At that time, I was thinking, I want to live, I must live.

Because I want to live!"

Sometimes, living might not be for anything specific.

What one seeks, perhaps, is merely to be able to live.

Finally, the leader looked at them, "When I left, Lord Li gave an order.

No matter what, you must be brought back; those who cannot be brought back must not be alive.

He pointed to the corpse at his feet, "Actually, in a sense, my killing them is for their own good.

If I brought them back alive, just imagine, that would be much more miserable than dying here."

He walked over to another beautiful woman, touching her face,

"Child, if we let you go, we won't live either.

Can't you be a little less selfish?

We'll rely on our own abilities; if you escape, we die; if you're caught, we live."

Changing his tone, "However, I can give you a few suicide slots.

After all, if everyone truly dies, it won't be easy for me to report.

Let's say half; I allow half of you to commit suicide."

At this moment, a voice from the jungle, sighing at the suffering of the world, rang out.

"Alas!"

"If heaven had feelings, heaven too would grow old, the righteous path of the human world is vicissitude!"

"You shouldn't be too ruthless in your actions; isn't it better to give people a way to live?"

"Who?" Hearing this, the leader suddenly turned around.

But he found that all of his subordinates had disappeared.

"No need to look, little friend, while you were just speaking.

All your subordinates have already been dealt with by me."