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Mud sensed the ominous atmosphere instinctively as a dangerous premonition. His heart raced, every muscle tensed, anticipating something terrible about to happen. The air seemed to freeze around him, dust suspended silently as if the entire world awaited an explosion. Without hesitation, he tightly grasped Chuchan's wrist, a silent trust and understanding between brothers.
Behind them, knives seemed to float as if summoned by magic, each carrying a breath of death, spinning slowly in the air, reflecting a cold light. Almost at the speed of their fastest escape, Mud leaped with force, pulling Chuchan to the safety of the roof's edge. The movement was so swift and precise, as if they were evading the hand of fate, and the scythe of the grim reaper just missed them.
Just as they left the original spot, the floating knives fell from the sky like a torrential rain, with a terrifying speed and ferocity, crashing down where they had just been. The sound of each knife cutting through the air was sharp and piercing, as if each sound was a whisper of death. The impact of the knives hitting the ground and chimneys pounded heavily on Mud and Chuchan's hearts. Dust and fragments scattered, like a storm stirred up by a tremendous force, temporarily obscuring their vision.
When the dust and chaos settled slightly, Mud and Chuchan looked back in horror at the place they had just escaped. It had become a battlefield filled with blades, with dozens of knives deeply embedded in the remnants of the ground and chimneys. They stood there silently, as if warning those who came later of the danger of this land. The light reflected on the blades, each beam a testament to escaping death once. If it weren't for Mud's quick reaction and Chuchan's unconditional trust, they might have already become a part of that forest of steel.
Chuchan was breathing heavily, feeling a mix of gratitude towards Mud and fear from the recent situation. He knew that this time, they had truly snatched a life back from the hands of death. Even on the edge of escaping the scythe of death, the heartbeats of Mud and Chuchan had not yet calmed down. Chuchan was filled with shock and gratitude for the thrilling escape just now. Just as he was about to express his gratitude to Mud, his thoughts were interrupted by a slap from Mud. There was no tenderness on Mud's face, only the ruggedness and determination of survival on the battlefield. He loudly scolded Chuchan, "Pull yourself together, damn it!" This was not only a wake-up call for Chuchan, but also a reminder for himself that they had not yet escaped the danger.
However, just as the two were about to stand up and steady themselves again, a muffled sound came from the roof under Mud's feet, as if it was bearing too much weight. Then, the entire roof began to shake violently, as if it could collapse at any moment. This sudden turn of events raised the fear in Mud and Chuchan once again. They had thought they had escaped death once, only to find that danger still surrounded them.
Even more heart-stopping, as the roof shook, the previously still knives on the side began to silently float up, each knife slowly rotating in the air, emitting an ominous aura. These knives seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, ready to launch a new round of attacks on Mud and Chuchan at any moment. At that moment, the two deeply felt the ruthlessness and cruelty of the apocalyptic world, as well as the difficulty of survival. They looked in horror at the place where they had just stood, now filled with knives, forming a steel forest. The blades gleamed with a cold light, and if it weren't for Mud's timely reaction, they might have become the victims of these blades. A fear like never before surged in Chuchan's heart, and he trembled as he said to Mud with gratitude in his voice, "We... we almost..." His words were filled with fear of death being so close and gratitude for Mud's timely response.
Vivian's pupils suddenly contracted, and her anger spread like a wildfire in a dry forest, filling her heart with indescribable rage and unwillingness. This anger stemmed from her deep friendship with Mud and Chuchan, as well as her extreme disgust for the enemy. Whenever she witnessed her companions in danger, that anger burned her reason like strong liquor, igniting her fighting instinct. She dashed forward with incredible speed, as if she had merged with the air, every step filled with destructive power. Vivian's fists cut through the air, carrying all her anger and determination, her mouth tightly pressed, her eyes flashing with a cold light, as if she wanted to completely crush her enemies.
"Your enemy is here! Look carefully!" Vivian's voice echoed through the ruins like thunder, filled with unyielding determination and a challenging spirit. She was not just confronting Jack, but also battling the cruel reality of the apocalypse, her roar carrying a fierce desire for survival and protection of her companions.
Jack reacted swiftly, sensing Vivian's overwhelming anger, he immediately retreated, his eyes showing a hint of vigilance and seriousness. He knew all too well the terror of Vivian's toxic mist; the last encounter was still fresh in his memory. Even a slight contact had pushed him to the brink of life and death, and if it weren't for the timely intervention of the radiation ghost, he might have perished long ago. Therefore, facing Vivian's fierce attack, Jack dared not be careless in the slightest, making the best choice in the dangerous moment—evading her edge and reassessing the battlefield.
His movements were agile and precise, calculating each step backward to maintain the optimal distance from Vivian, in order to avoid being touched by her deadly attacks. A hint of deep vigilance was revealed in his eyes; he knew that Vivian was not an easy opponent to deal with, as each of her attacks carried a deadly threat. Jack's face showed a trace of tension, his body tensed, ready to respond to Vivian's next assault at any moment. He was well aware that this battle would be a tough struggle, where every evasion and counterattack had to be precise, or else he might fall into one of Vivian's deadly traps.
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