Two ground birds continued to speed through the forest, trying to shake off the pursuit behind them.
At this moment, only one enemy was still in hot pursuit.
"Whoosh!" A stone wrapped in Nen, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, flew towards them.
Kevin quickly turned his head and also shot out a Nen bullet.
Although his Emission系 ability wasn't strong, the Nen bullet would weaken after flying a few meters, but merely knocking away this stone and making it deviate from its trajectory was already enough.
Subsequently, Kevin began to exert force and attack the surroundings.
With one punch, some small tree trunks were immediately broken, and trunks constantly snapped and fell.
The rear was instantly blocked by piles of various tree trunks.
This wasn't the end; Kevin took out two dark green potions from his waist and forcefully threw them out.
These were not potions that could be used normally, but rather byproducts of failed refining.
They were highly corrosive poisons; the smell produced by the corrosion was not only toxic but also extremely irritating, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to open one's eyes.
After the two bottles of potion were thrown out, they exploded, and the dark green liquid splashed everywhere.
Phinks, who was originally trying to bypass the obstacles to approach, had to immediately stop and retreat.
Even so, a little potion still got on his left shoulder.
The potion quickly corroded his clothes and burned through some of his skin.
Phinks tore off his clothes without hesitation, took out a dagger, and dug out and threw away the corroded flesh.
The pungent smell filled the surroundings, and he could only hold his breath.
However, in just this short amount of time, more trees were broken under Kevin's attack and piled up in front of him, not only blocking his view but also greatly restricting his movement.
He could only watch as the backs of the two ground birds got farther and farther away, eventually failing to track them.
"Tch, they ran really fast." Phinks cursed in a low voice, then turned around and hurried back.
On the other side, Mito's battle was still ongoing intensely.
Mito emitted a strong, malicious Nen, letting it spread without restraint.
At this moment, a large amount of blood flowed from his empty eye sockets.
He roared and howled incessantly, wildly swinging his fists.
As the effect of the Essence Sensing Potion disappeared, Mito lost the ability to sense others' locations through emotions, and could only rely on the combat instincts accumulated from past training to detect the enemy's position.
The problem of losing his eyes became apparent at this moment.
This significantly reduced his combat efficiency.
"Did he only lose his sensory ability now?" Wo Jin felt a little confused, but facing Mito's violent Nen, he still confronted him directly, not hiding his actions at all.
He yearned for this kind of fierce, fist-to-flesh battle.
At this time, Phinks had already returned, but he did not participate in the battle because he knew very well that rashly interfering would cause Wo Jin's displeasure.
And the enemy was already a dead man.
Immediately after, two more people arrived from the rear.
One was a gloomy man who manipulated puppets, and the other was a man wearing a top hat and holding a rapier.
Nobunaga looked at Phinks, his eyes clearly questioning.
Phinks frowned and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Didn't catch them, those two birds ran too fast in the woods."
He knew in his heart that he didn't have any special Nen Ability, and if it weren't for the Nen Ability the Leader had bestowed upon them, they wouldn't have been able to catch up at all.
"Wo Jin, have you gotten weaker? It took you so long to deal with this guy?" The man wearing a top hat and holding a rapier said sarcastically.
The gloomy long-haired man sighed regretfully from the side, "He lost his eyes, it's such a shame for someone like him to lose his eyes."
A few more rounds passed.
Wo Jin gradually lost interest, after all, at this point, Mito was only left with madness and unclear vision.
"Then, this punch will send you on your way."
Wo Jin gathered a large amount of Nen on his fist and swung it violently towards Mito.
Seeing this, the few people watching the battle immediately retreated several steps, creating distance to avoid being affected by this blow.
"Bang!"
When this punch landed, it was like a cannonball exploding.
A large number of trees were directly destroyed and broken, and mud and sand splashed in all directions.
Facing this immense force, Mito was already powerless to resist.
He used all the Nen in his body to block in front of him, forming a hexagonal shield, but in front of Wo Jin's overwhelming attack, the shield instantly shattered, and his body was directly sent flying.
Mito slammed hard into a tree trunk, and that giant tree was actually broken by his impact force.
His entire chest was a bloody mess, with an extremely obvious indentation, and he sat slumped at the base of the tree, his breath weak, almost motionless.
"Kill you... I, I want to, kill..." Mito's consciousness was no longer clear, and his life was nearing its end, but he was still muttering incessantly.
Even in death, did he not inflict any damage on the enemy?
How can this be considered "dying a worthy death"? They must be killed, the tribesmen, the souls of the tribesmen are still wailing.
Those who were brutally murdered by them must be avenged.
Such emotions, along with the accumulated grievances from his tribesmen on his body, mixed together.
"Alright, let's go back, that guy has lost his eyes." Nobunaga said, then got up and walked back.
He was already a dead man, his heartbeat had already ruptured under that punch.
The others also followed suit.
"How many targets did you let get away?" Kral, wearing a hat, asked.
"Three, a child, a man, and a woman," Phinks replied, his face full of annoyance.
The gloomy man scoffed from the side, "What a waste, why don't you just give me your eyes?"
"Shut up, Omokage." Nobunaga turned his head and snapped impatiently.
Only Wo Jin walked with a look of satisfaction, even twisting his neck and stretching his body.
He didn't care about any of that, at least today, these few fist-to-flesh battles had made him feel great.
"How is Feitan doing?" Phinks asked, feeling a little worried.
"The Leader is saving him, that guy is really embarrassing." Kral waved his hand indifferently.
Behind them, on the periphery of the pit left by the battle.
Mito's "corpse", which had been abandoned there, slowly stood up, his mouth opening and closing.
The Nen on his body was almost visible to the naked eye, pitch-black, as if countless blood-red eyes were lurking within.
Vaguely, one could still hear him seeming to say something: "Kill, kill, beasts... kill..."
The voice was intermittent, but carried extremely strong malice.
Finally, he stood up straight completely.
From his empty eye sockets, streaks of bloody tears flowed down, and surging resentment, wrapped in malicious Nen, soared into the sky.
And within those eye sockets, a pair of blood-red eyes mixed with pitch-black Nen, dripping with bloody tears, had condensed, devoid of any human emotion.
Only malice, slaughter, and all hatred remained.
The resentment soared into the sky, and a pitch-black, blood-colored moon spread outwards like a shadow.
The entire forest became gloomy.