Chapter 540：Stimulating the Ice Blood

"Damn it!"

Dean clenched his fist and rushed forward. His heart was getting colder and colder. If he continued his escape like this, it would only delay the time of his death as he wouldn't be able to shake off the youth's pursuit.

He was not familiar with the youth's ability. If the youth also had a thermal vision, it would be a dead end even if he drilled into the mire. It was a ridiculous way to die.

"Ahh!" Another scream came from behind — it was Rosemary's.

Dean was getting tenser.

This sound was much closer!

His pupils contracted and his face was getting paler. Anxious and desperate, feeling that death was gradually approaching toward him.

In this situation where he didn't have any information, he felt helpless and powerless. Moreover, the urgency didn't allow him to think slowly. His mind was somewhat chaotic.

Although he was calm enough, it was difficult to think effectively in this extremely desperate and urgent situation.

"If only I know what his ability is... If only I know what his ability is..." Dean anxiously thought. Suddenly, a few fragments flashed through his mind, and his chaotic mind became clear.

Without any hesitation, he pressed the lock on his backpack belt. Thud! His backpack hit the dusty ground, cracking the ground a little. The sound of tin cans and water could also be heard.

Dean felt his body was lighter, and his feet were a little faster.

"His wings should be one of his abilities!" Dean thought while accelerating, "Based on his wings' size, it should be specifically designed for flying, different from Splitter's short gliding function. This should be the Parasitic Soul Worm's inherent ability that their family cultivated. Such a sky dweller usually accompanied by a keen vision."

"Previously, he saw the Shadow Hunter's corpse inside the dark cave, so he should have a night vision."

"In this dense jungle, he could directly find the cave, so he should also have a high-magnification vision or thermal vision."

"In addition, he was facing away from Ian, but he noticed when Ian was trying to run. Maybe it was a mind game, or he also had a wide field of vision like me. But it was also possible that he had a very sharp hearing and determined Ian's intention from his footsteps sound."

With this in mind, Dean's eyes flashed. From the current clues, the youth had a night vision, as well as suspected high-magnification vision, thermal vision, or sensitive hearing.

As for his sense of smell, there was no clue yet.

In any case, Dean could only suspect such abilities. After all, he only had one opportunity.

However, if these suspected abilities were real, he couldn't guard against all of it. It was simply impossible to hide.

Whoosh!

Dean fluttered his wings rapidly, took his feet off the ground, and flew forward at low altitude.

Although the Splitter's wings were meant for gliding, it was enough for his size to use it for flying and soaring up to 10,000 meters. At this moment, he flew straight down the street. He was reducing his altitude so he could pick up the stones from the ground and threw it in another direction.

Bang! The stone crashed on the adjacent street.

While flying forward, his vision was still observing the area behind. His pupils contracted to the extreme, and his thermal vision was exerted to its fullest extent. His eyes were blazing blood-red. He saw a bright red shadow moving rapidly toward him.

His face changed.

Not diverted by the sound?

He immediately landed on his feet and ran with the help of his wings; his body leaned forward, almost touching the ground. It was faster than flying.

While trying his best to escape, his heart was actually a bit cold. The purpose of his previous attempt was to find out whether the suspected abilities of the youth were real. Now it seemed that the youth's thermal vision could almost be confirmed!

Only by doing so he could confirm that the youth wasn't following the sound but really could perceive his position.

What to do?

Dean was at a loss.

Only now he understood the prey's intense feeling of death when being tracked by the predator's thermal vision.

Couldn't escape, couldn't hide!

Could he only wait for the youth to catch up?

All these thoughts passed through his mind in an instant. Suddenly, Dean thought of something and couldn't help but look at his left hand. Maybe he could only choose this self-destructive method?

With a slight hesitation in his heart, he saw a bright red figure coming closer and closer. He clenched his teeth and refused to think again. No longer suppressing the cold feeling in his left hand, he clenched his left hand and flexed the muscle. In an instant, the chill in his left hand was condensed and, like a broken dam, spread rapidly all over his body. His whole body was so cold he almost lost consciousness and had to shake his body to stay awake.

But shaking his body at this time would obviously affect his speed. He thought of the snakes that would sleep in the winter, were cold-blooded creatures not afraid of ice-cold?

His feet could no longer maintain a steady pace; he could only lift off and fly forward with his wings.

At this time, he felt the chill gradually attacked his whole body, including his back. Fortunately, his wings' sense was slower, not yet aware of the chill.

As the chill spread, Dean saw the heat on his body declining rapidly, getting colder and colder. In the end, only his head and his heart were still emitting a slight amount of heat.

His mind became somewhat stiff, just like his frozen stiff body.

The chill climbed up his neck and tried to rush over his head.

Dean suddenly felt panic-stricken, hastily lifted his hands and clutched his throat, trying to stop the chill.

...

Parna, the youth who was chasing Dean, was gawking. In his eyes, the figure that was emitting heat in front of him became more and more faint, until somewhat blurred and finally disappeared after being blocked by a building.

Parna could trace heat. For strong enough heat, even if it was blocked by something like buildings, he could still see. If it was a very weak life and blocked by a building, he could still see even though it was difficult.

What was going on?

Changing the heat while running at full speed, was this his magic mark ability?

Parna frowned slightly. He remembered that the last prey in front of him seemed to be the youngest of the team. When he saw them in the cave, he checked everyone's heat. The teenager's heat was fairly ordinary, and he was the weakest of all. This was also consistent with his age. He didn't expect him to run the fastest and survive the longest.