At this critical moment, the demons who were previously armed with guns were now ordered by Wang Lei. They launched a fierce attack towards the place where Yan Hanjun had been standing. The bullets roared towards his original location like a storm. The demons' attack was merciless, and the rays fired by the bullets traced deadly trajectories in the air.
Yan Hanjun heard the scream of bullets and immediately raised his body. However, at this critical moment, he was still hit by a bullet, causing severe pain in his right thigh and abdomen. The bullet penetrated his flesh, and the severe pain caused by it made his face turn pale. With his antelope-like body, he reluctantly fell from the air and stood firm.
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and rushed forward without hesitation. He wanted to get out of the attack range of the demons first. Blood seeped out from where his body was hit, forming bright red marks, but Yan Hanjun supported him and he did not fall.
Yan Hanjun's body shone with emerald green light. His superpower was activated, and many branches sprouted from his body. They grew rapidly and covered his injured right thigh and abdomen, forming a healing barrier to wrap the wound. The branches exuded a fresh scent, using Yan Hanjun's own healing power.
But unfortunately, doctors cannot heal themselves. No matter how powerful the healing attribute is, it will not have much effect on him.
Severe pain came from Yan Hanjun's right thigh and abdomen, as if every step was irritating the wound. He limped forward, each step accompanied by painful twitches. The pain caused fine beads of sweat to break out on his forehead, his face was pale, and the veins on his forehead were beating.
Although the pain was almost unbearable, Yan Hanjun gritted his teeth and persisted. His eyes showed firm will, and he resolutely chose to move on. Every step was a struggle, and his will seemed indestructible in the face of pain.
His steps seemed a little shaky, but he never stopped. His figure was like a firm bolt of lightning, passing through the ruins of the city. Although the pain felt like a sharp knife piercing his body, he did not flinch and buried the pain deep in his heart.
The gunshots did not ring out again. It was Wang Lei who gave the order in his mind to stop shooting. Her eyes were complex and contradictory, and her inner struggle was revealed in her expression. She finally hesitated.
Just now, Wang Lei suddenly lost control of her emotions, her eyes became extremely fanatical, and she seemed to be controlled by some evil force. Anger and anger burned in her heart, forming a strong impulse that made her want to completely eliminate Yan Hanjun. The evil voice whispered in her ears, exuding poisonous temptation, luring her into the dark abyss.
Her eyes became gloomy and ferocious, her hands clenched weapons, and her whole body was filled with murderous intent. She seemed to be enveloped by the power of darkness. At that moment, her body trembled slightly, as if she was about to release all her anger and malice.
At that moment, Wang Lei's thoughts were in chaos, and an uncontrollable emotion made her almost give in. Her fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the exertion. At that moment, she seemed to have seen all of Yan Hanjun's past, and everything he had done came to her mind, triggering deeper anger and hatred.
Wang Lei's body trembled slightly, the corners of her mouth raised into a sinister smile, and an evil light flashed in her eyes. At that moment, she almost impulsively wanted to take action and completely eliminate Yan Hanjun. And those controlled "devils" fired because of this.
However, the gunshot brought Wang Lei's consciousness back, and she seemed to feel another voice deep in her heart, a kinder and loving voice. The voice echoed deep within her soul, calling for her true will. For a brief moment, she resisted the evil force, regained control of herself, and realized again that Yan Hanjun was his "godson".
The inner struggle and conflict seem to come from the edge of darkness and light, and the struggle between evil and good is intertwined in her eyes. In the end, her love for Yan Hanjun defeated evil, and Wang Lei realized what had just happened. At this moment, she immediately issued an order and chose to let Yan Hanjun go.
Wang Lei began to regret it. After all, Yan Hanjun really didn't hurt himself. He just took a tube of blood to save his friend! Because she said she couldn't save his friend, Yan Hanjun wanted to do it himself.
If Yan Hanjun attacked him at that moment, he would be injured no matter what. But he didn't. Maybe he still loved himself, but he just didn't want to say it.
As long as you love someone in your heart, no matter what, no matter what he does. As long as you love sincerely, you will definitely make excuses for him. This is true for mothers, fathers, couples, and even some licking dogs.
Wang Lei covered her forehead. She didn't know what happened just now. She actually wanted to kill Yan Hanjun for a moment. At that moment, my thoughts seemed to be out of control and followed the natural feeling.
Wang Lei sighed, it was still too late. Jiang Kaixu's life or death is uncertain, and Wu Yu is seriously injured and almost disabled. This is her only and best opportunity. If she misses it, she won't know how long she will have to wait.
Unfortunately, the incomplete medicine had to be sent to the battlefield in advance. Now it seems that this medicine will still affect people's sanity, and it is difficult to rule out this with the beast genes.
However, it doesn't matter anymore. Wang Lei felt that as long as she conquered the world, she would have more time to develop the final Dawn Potion. As for Yan Hanjun, as long as he doesn't bear any grudge against her, it will be fine. When she unifies the world, Yan Hanjun will have no other choice but to bring his friends to him.
In fact, Yan Hanjun actually had the intention to attack at that time. But since Wang Lei was the maker of the potion, the potion she took was the only one she took, and the news might be cut off after killing her. In addition, Wang Lei also took the Dawn Potion and might be killed instead of murder. To be on the safe side, Yan Hanjun did not take action.
Even Luo Bin, Han Yuan and Wang Lei who have raised them for many years. Yan Hanjun didn't care at all, nor did he care about his girlfriend Bai Tong. Yan Hanjun seems to be a cold-blooded creature. He has feelings for them, but not much.
The ability to control thoughts is a double-edged sword. Not only does it allow Yan Hanjun to control other people's emotions, it also destroys his own emotions. For Yan Hanjun, the only person he cared about and valued most was Ye Ning, who he spent his childhood with.
Yan Hanjun walked alone on a desolate road. There were countless corpses of demons and humans scattered around him, and a miserable scene unfolded before his eyes. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people feel suffocated.
He was shot in the thigh and abdomen, and the pain was like a sharp knife piercing deeply into his body, tearing apart his nerves and muscles. Every step felt like stepping on fire, and every step made his skin hurt like needles. His lips were pursed tightly, and sweat flowed from his forehead, mixed with the taste of pain.
Yan Hanjun's steps began to become unsteady, as if he could not bear the load on his body, but he did not stop. He endured the pain, as if every step was challenging his limits. With every step he took, a look of unconcealable pain appeared on his face, as if the whole world was on fire with every inch of his body.
His breathing became rapid and irregular, sometimes interrupted by pain, but he never gave up. His eyes revealed a tenacious perseverance, a determination that would not allow any difficulty to defeat him. He gritted his teeth, as if biting down every ounce of pain, suppressing it in his heart.
His legs seemed to become extremely heavy, and every step made him feel as if he were stepping on lead weights. Every movement required a huge amount of willpower. Sometimes, he would hold the injured area with his hands, as if hoping that this would relieve some pain, but he would soon move on, unwilling to be knocked down by the pain.
Although the pain continued to erode his body, his steps remained firm. His eyes revealed an incredible strength, a faith that transcended pain.
Yan Hanjun has been walking for almost an hour. He endured the pain and walked here under the scorching sun and the ubiquitous smell of corpses and blood.
Yan Hanjun's injuries were much more serious than those commanded by Wu Yu. He is not a pure superpower, there is too much superpower mixed into his body. When there are too many different sources of energy, it is no longer a good thing.
It was mentioned as early as Chapter 41. This is a side effect of the fusion of Yan Hanjun's powers. Once an external attack power hurts him, it will merge into his own body, causing continuous damage to himself. If no one treats him, he will continue to suffer.
Nowadays, Yan Hanjun's injuries are getting more and more serious. The powers in his body are basically not helping him heal his injuries. Instead, they are taking advantage of the opportunity to fight and compete for the sovereignty of the body, which makes Yan Hanjun even more painful.
The pain all over Yan Hanjun's body was due to too much supernatural energy in his body. One advantage of having so many supernatural powers is that even when his hand is injured, he can still use all of his supernatural powers, and he can counterattack at the last moment of his death. It's just of no use.
Finally, Yan Hanjun dragged his body covered with injuries and finally stepped into the door of the hospital. His eyes glanced at the demon corpses scattered on the ground. These creatures were no longer a threat at this moment and fell to the ground, as if they had lost the power of life.
But strangely, Yan Hanjun did not smell the smell of blood or corpses. These "demons" seemed not to have been killed, but more like they had fainted. Just unconscious, passed out here.
It seems that something happened in the hospital.
