Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

Alexander's pupils dilated, and he jumped three feet high.

wrong!!

"This, this..."

His head... his head fell off?

No, why am I here...?

Why...

Alexander stared intently at the leopard's head, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.

No, that's not the point.

Even if it didn't eat Philip's black panther... it was still a mutated black panther!

His head just fell off like that?

Could it be that there's something even more terrifying around here than that mutated black panther?!

Alexander held his breath instantly, his eyes bloodshot, and he scanned his surroundings sharply.

Where...?

Where is that guy...?

They're probably lying in ambush nearby!

Just like that mutated leopard.

Be ready to rush out and kill him at any moment!

really.

Soon, a figure slowly appeared on the hillside.

The figure moved very slowly, gradually becoming larger and larger.

It seems... to be a human male.

He was shirtless, backlit, his tall and strong figure completely blocking the sunlight. His face was obscured; only a shadow and a pair of cold eyes were visible.

And his body was covered in blood.

Alexander's eyes widened in horror. He began to tremble uncontrollably, his gaze fixed intently on the man—

The man seemed to be searching for something, his head tilted slightly—

At that moment, the man seemed to see him too.

He stopped in his tracks, looking down at him from his elevated position.

Something was slowly sliding down the man's arms...

One drop, two drops, three drops...

No, it seems he's holding something in his hand.

It was sticky, like... an organ.

Alexander suddenly felt dizzy. The strength in his legs was being stripped away as if they were being pulled out of his body, and he felt like he was about to die on the spot.

But his will to survive hadn't given up, and the last vestige of reason was compelling him to reach for the military knife at his waist.

The movement was small, but the man still noticed it keenly.

The man slightly raised his head.

"..."

Alexander's heart pounded like a drum. He felt like a dying fish, either about to die or on its way to death.

What, do you want to fight him with bayonets?

Alexander's breathing quickened, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the black panther's head.

"..."

Obviously.

Can we win?

We can't win.

It might even anger him.

Doing this will only cause your already slim chance of survival to evaporate instantly; it serves absolutely no purpose.

So what should we do now?

run away?

That's right, there's a saying in China: "Those who are obsessed with things are like Wei Junjie."

It means that a person named Wei Junjie said, "Don't be so shameless."

Although he only studied Mandarin for a year, he still understood this basic principle.

So here's the question.

Can he escape?

Will he catch up?

What happens after they're caught up?

Doesn't that mean we're back to square one?

Alright, so now there's only one path left.

Let's fight him!

A real man, a true hero.

Pork bones and fat, use them for braising.

If he can't beat the mutated black panther in the forbidden wilderness, can't he beat his own kind?

We're all human beings, so why are you considered superior?

Alexander, desperately clinging to his remaining sanity, finally managed to place his right hand on the hilt of his saber—

however.

The head of the six-eyed black panther lay there, its eyes wide open in death.

Its six eyes were staring intently at him.

His face was murky and filthy, and his whole face was contorted.

It seemed to be trying to tell him:

Brother, do you see what will happen to me?

If you dare to confront him head-on, you'll be the same as I am now!

"..."

In an instant, Alexander's fear once again triumphed over his reason.

His lower lip was bleeding from being bitten, and the pain made him even more acutely aware of the truth—

He can't move.

Do not!no!

He had clearly already gripped the knife!

He had clearly already taken up arms to resist!

Hurry up and act!

But I dared not move, I dared not move at all.

because--

Ou Yun was standing on the hillside at this moment.

He didn't dare to move.

He just stood there, staring blankly at the big guy down the hillside.

No.

Dude, I just got here, what's going on?

He was focused on dealing with the black panther's carcass.

Without a knife, it was already difficult to prepare. But luckily it was half-cooked, so the meat wasn't too firm. Some parts could be easily torn apart by scratching them with a sharp twig or clam shell and then pulling hard.

But this was his first time doing something like this, and he had absolutely no experience.

Not only did he get covered in blood, but the black panther's head also slipped off his slippery hands and rolled down the slope.

He's out looking for it.

Just as I arrived, I suddenly saw a person standing at the foot of the hillside.

He is a foreigner.

Sweating profusely, panting heavily, still shaken, as if he had just escaped from hell.

"!"

Ou Yun was shocked and immediately thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

When did someone come here?!

He was careless; he didn't dodge.

In fact, they are now almost completely unarmed.

I don't know which country this foreigner is from; at first glance, I really can't tell.

Beautiful Country?

The Americans are the most ruthless, especially towards China. They're always jumping around like crazy, practically taking advantage of us.

Bear country?

As everyone knows, the Xiong Kingdom is teeming with talented people, filled with distinguished guests, and its immortals are numerous and numerous. When encountering an opponent, they instantly activate their immortal mode, either killing them outright or beating them to a pulp.

It can't be the country with the surname Ying, can it?

—No matter which country it is, he's a little nervous because he doesn't have any points to his name.

Do we still need to discuss cooperation?

Forget it, things that can't be discussed on Earth are even less likely to be achieved in a godforsaken place like the Wilderness Forbidden Zone.

Moreover, he absolutely cannot reveal his current abilities to anyone other than his teammates—

There's a pile of unprocessed mineral water bottles right behind him.

Pooh!

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Ou Yun cursed three times in his heart.

But on the surface, we still need to maintain stability.

No rush, let's play along with him.

If the enemy doesn't move, we won't move either.

"..."

"..."

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other in bewilderment.

You look at me, I look at you.

Time marches on, little by little.

It felt like an eternity had passed.

So long ago, Ou Yun almost forgot that he was still holding a part of Black Panther's internal organs in his right hand—originally, he thought it was too disgusting to eat and wanted to find a place to bury it.

After all, littering isn't a good idea; doesn't that expose your own smell?

But now...

Because I was too nervous.

Sweaty palms and thick blood —

Suddenly, Ou Yun felt his right hand go empty.

He quickly raised his hand, instinctively wanting to take it.

However, not only did they not receive it, they even raised their hands.

And so, the piece of meat crashed down in a perfect parabola.

At that time.

Alexander was having a final, intense internal struggle.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Go ahead!

Humans will eventually die!

Whether you die sooner or later, you're going to die anyway!

If we can't beat each other, you die, I die, we die together!

I control my own life!

Sudden.

"Clatter."

Something slammed heavily onto his face.

"..."

"..."