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Then, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, they all returned to the place where the Grim Reaper was recuperating.
As the grim reaper drained all their blood, the wounds he had just sustained were rapidly healing.
Niu Thirteen fled eastward. However, he noticed something. The people chasing after him were no longer as crazy as they were before.
The God of Death that frightened him had also disappeared. Ever since he was sent flying by the black light, he had never appeared again.
"Was it killed?"
However, his intuition told him that this fellow would not be killed so easily. Perhaps he was just injured and was currently recuperating from his injuries.
When it recovers, it should come to catch him again.
So, no matter what, he had to find a way to escape this demonic energy while the Death God was recuperating.
"Roar …"
Suddenly, the dead man in front of him started to stir. He raised his head and looked.
He discovered that among the dead men in front, there was a team of fifty men trying to break out of the encirclement.
This team of 50 people, with perfect coordination, was like a sharp knife as it quickly weaved through the dead man's army.
They were also heading towards the east. After Niu Thirteen saw these people, he quickly approached them.
In the middle of this 50-man squad, there was a red-haired youth leading the team forward.
Red light flashed in his eyes. Every time it flashed, he could see more than a kilometer away.
Under his command, the team dodged to the east where there were more dead people, and ran to the east where there were fewer dead people.
Moreover, they were always heading towards the east. This was a growing group, and all of them came from different hiding spots.
Everyone headed for the same destination, so they formed a team of 50 people.
However, there were too many dead bodies in this army. They were constantly being dragged to a distant place by the dead bodies.
They did not know why the dead did not kill their captors on the spot, but took them far away.
"Left!"
The red-haired youth, An Qi, shouted towards the person leading the way. The person leading the way changed his direction and turned into a sharp knife, killing his way into the army of the dead.
"There's another person over there!"
At this moment, a loud voice came from within the group.
"Let him in!"
Niu Thirteen quickly rushed over, and Anzi let him join the group. After Niu Thirteen came in, he followed the group and broke out of the encirclement.
With more people and more strength, Niu Thirteen finally saw hope once he joined the team.
Just now, he had been in the dead man's army trying to break through the encirclement, and he had almost exhausted all of his strength. He alone would not be able to leave this place.
If he followed these people now at this speed, it was possible for him to leave this place and even reach the island in the sea.
Along the way, there were more and more people who joined. There were more and more people who were dragged into the army by the dead men. There were also more and more new people who joined the army.
In addition, the new recruits were all experts. Those who were able to survive until now were basically the top experts who had taken refuge in their respective hiding spots.
The current team had a sense of survival of the fittest. The weak were continuously eliminated, and only the strong survived.
In the crowd, Niu Thirteen's behavior was very normal. He neither dragged his feet, nor made too much of a scene.
He followed the pace of the team from start to finish, and the people around him kept on changing.
"Right!"
An Qi saw a large army of dead men waiting for them a kilometer away.
He quickly called his men to the right and skirted the mass of dead men waiting for them.