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At that moment, Li Xiaoqiang felt a chilly air attacking his spine from all directions.

Li Xiaoqiang had no choice but to run toward the side. He sprinted wildly, running for a full ten minutes until he was utterly exhausted. It wasn't just physical fatigue; the sight of those sinister things had terrified him. If an ordinary person encountered these things, Li Xiaoqiang figured they'd either faint on the spot or it would be truly bizarre if they didn't.

At this time, Li Xiaoqiang leaned against a tree, hands propped on his knees, and turned to look behind him. He saw that the ghastly things hadn't followed him, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as Li Xiaoqiang relaxed, his tension immediately ramped up again. A gust of wind colder than before was headed straight for him; it was genuinely windy, and the bushes nearby rustled loudly.