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Running for his life, Mr. Cyclone chased after the goblin that caused the current situation. In the forest, he could already see the giant beast shadow behind him. "Damn it! It's caught up!" With a strong throw, Mr. Cyclone threw the blood-soaked cloth onto the goblin ahead. It happened to hook onto the goblin's club, and just as the goblin didn't know what was happening, Mr. Cyclone had already turned and walked in another direction. However, in that instant, the giant shadow of the beast had already reached Mr. Cyclone's front. There was no need to look back, as turning back would only slow him down for half a second. Upon seeing the shadow cross from behind to in front of him, Mr. Cyclone knew that the beast had jumped in this direction. In half a second, with tears streaming down his face, Mr. Cyclone jumped forward with all his might. He rolled forward at maximum speed, and a huge palm imprint suddenly appeared in the snow behind him. Not able to rest, Mr. Cyclone quickly stood up, enduring the pain from the impact, and started running again. Of course, being able to avoid that strike without a horse's speed was already a stroke of luck from heaven. But now, Mr. Cyclone didn't even have time to thank heaven, as the beast had caught up again. This time, Mr. Cyclone didn't look back, but ran around the large trees in the forest, narrowly avoiding each strike from the beast. "Damn it! Why is it still chasing after me? Is the blood-soaked cloth not enough?!!" It really shouldn't have been said out loud, Mr. Cyclone glanced to the side, only to realize that the goblin was still following him. "Damn it!!!!?!" While shouting, the front suddenly became pitch black. "What?!!" It turned out that the goblin threw the blood-soaked cloth back at Mr. Cyclone and put it on his head. Mr. Cyclone quickly took it off, but not looking ahead while running in the forest, within just two seconds, something happened. Mr. Cyclone and the goblin crashed into the bushes, with his forehead hitting a small tree branch and his foot kicking a hard stone. Although his speed didn't decrease much, Mr. Cyclone was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. "Damn it!!! It hurts! It hurts so much!!!" Mr. Cyclone threw the returned blood-soaked cloth into the bushes without thinking. Unfortunately, when he rushed out of the bushes, Mr. Cyclone realized that none of this mattered anymore. There was a white snowfield that extended all the way to the cliff in front. This was a dead end, with no trees for cover and cliffs extending on both sides. Even if he were to turn back and run into the forest now, it would be too late. The beast had already run out of the forest, and now if Mr. Cyclone did anything to slow down, he would immediately be caught up to. "What the f***!!!" Looking around desperately for any miracles, Mr. Cyclone noticed that the goblin next to him was also running for its life. However, the goblin wasn't just running, it was also looking at Mr. Cyclone. "Wow, wow, wow!!!" "What the hell are you saying?!!" Suddenly, the goblin threw the wooden club in its hand at Mr. Cyclone. Fortunately, Mr. Cyclone jumped up in time to avoid this attack. However, the goblin continued to scream a bunch of incomprehensible words at him. The voice became more and more excited, and he looked at the beast behind him, then back at Mr. Cyclone, shouting. "Damn it, I have no idea what the hell you're saying... huh?" In his despair, Mr. Cyclone saw a miracle below the cliff, a tiny black hole right in front of him. This small cave was very strange and mysterious, with some leaves decorating the edge of the opening. The beast was getting closer and closer. Seeing this glimmer of hope, Mr. Cyclone relied on his instinct, pushing himself and giving it his last breath.

Suppressing the tears, Mr. Cyclone charged forward with all his might, heading towards the small cave.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!"