"Step back," Haisha said to Dean without looking back.
Dean didn't wait for her to say it, he was already running away.
"Are you Haisha?" Parna looked at Haisha, his eyes narrowed.
Haisha looked indifferent, looking down at him, saying, "Is this your last words?"
Parna's eyebrows were slightly raised, then he said with a sneer, "Rumor has it that the Dragon Family's Saint is awakened since birth and becomes the most talented person of the Dragon Family in the last 100 years. It seems to be true."
"If it is Wing Family's Saint, maybe has a bit of qualification to say this," Haisha wasn't angry at all, saying indifferently, "As for you, the Wing Family's third young master who didn't get elected as a Saint, are you not ashamed to say this?" "
Parna's face turned red, and he clenched his fists. When he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, and his face changed slightly. He stared at Haisha with a sinister look, saying, "Do you want to stall me and wait for reinforcement? Humph, this time you are lucky, if we meet again in the Wasteland, you will pay for this humiliation!"
Parna's figure turned into a shadow, rushing down the mountain fast like an arrow. His speed was several times faster than when he was tracking Dean. Obviously, he didn't go all-out and saved some strength; otherwise, he could catch Dean earlier.
Haisha snorted and flew from the sword hilt, chasing Parna. Her figure looked like a slender and nimble shadow, traversing in a straight line in the dense jungle. But if looking carefully, her figure would move in a wavy line every time the path was blocked by a tree, but because she was too fast, it looked like a straight line.
In an instant, Haisha caught up with Parna. Seemed to know his intention, Haisha didn't show any mercy and swung her palm at him.
Parna looked cold and swung his palm back fearlessly.
Bang! Parna flew back uncontrollably, breaking two or three big trees before stopping. He felt that his palms were numb, and his wrist was incomparably painful; the bones were shattered.
"How is it possible?!" Parna climbed up from the ground, extremely shocked. Through thermal vision, he saw that Haisha's heat wasn't much higher than himself, including when she chased him. Even for those who could hide their heat, it was hard to do it when fighting. After all, when using some strength, the camouflage was likely to be exposed.
However, Haisha's heat was only a little higher than him, but the force of her palm was very strong. If he didn't react quickly, his whole palm would probably be destroyed.
After their palms clashed, Haisha's body only wobbled slightly and quickly chased again.
Parna looked at her fast-moving figure, and his eyes flashed with horror; he hurriedly turned around and ran.
Whoosh!
He darted through the jungle. He already memorized the terrain roughly since he had been here before. At this moment, he ran to the place with dense trees.
Under the obstruction of the trees, Haisha's speed had to decrease slightly. In an instant, they reached the foot of the mountain. Although the distance was far, the whole process was only about ten seconds.
Rustle!
Just coming out of the jungle, the wings behind Parna unfolded in a hurry. He hastily jumped and soared, leaving Haisha behind.
Parna turned his head and saw that Haisha had just come out of the jungle, standing in place and looking up at him, seemed to have given up the chase.
"What a monster." Parna breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a sharp killing intent locked his back, making all his body hair raised.
"Not good!" These two words flashed in his mind. Puff! No time to react, there was a sudden pain in his left wing.
He was horrified to see a black dagger on his left wing, nailed to the part where his left wing connected to his back. If not for this, the dagger would fly straight through his body.
His body was swaying and almost falling down. He hurriedly held back the pain in fear and stabilized his body, and at the same time, locking his attention to the slender figure on the ground without the slightest carelessness.
Gradually, he flew farther and farther, until he could no longer see Haisha's figure, then slightly relieved.
"Dirty rat." Haisha looked at Parna coldly, but she didn't continue to chase. Even though with her true strength she could easily catch up and kill Parna, but this would expose her third-degree awakening. The rest of the search teams weren't far away, so the battle movement would attract their attention and draw them here.
She withdrew her gaze and turned back into the jungle.
Soon, she saw her closest partner, the Bloody Vessel.
Dean, who had run away, was standing next to the great sword.
Dean saw Parna escaping. Although it was a pity that Haisha didn't kill Parna, at least his own life was saved. He was unlucky most of the time, but good luck came occasionally.
"I was saved by you again," Dean smiled bitterly.
Haisha smiled and said, "Every time I come, you seem to be in danger."
Dean was a little embarrassed, saying, "Fortunately, you have always come on time."
"You are lucky," Haisha smiled softly. She stepped forward, pulled the Bloody Vessel, and put it on her back. The bandage on her back was automatically wrapping around the sword tightly like a magnet. She glanced at Dean's sorry figure which covered in mud, including his hair and ears, and said, "You've been hiding from him?"
Dean nodded, "I've been hiding for a little while."
"It's great to be able to hide from him even for a little while," Haisha said, "He is the Wing Family's second candidate for Saint. His strength isn't comparable to the average Pioneers, especially his perception abilities."
"The second candidate for Saint?" Dean was surprised. He didn't expect the youth's identity to be so high. Isn't his identity comparable to Hailey?
"Are you here to perform a task? And your teammates, are they all killed by him?" Haisha asked.
When it came to this matter, Dean recalled what happened today, especially the infighting when they were escaping. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Should be all dead."