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Somewhere in a snow-covered land, the pure white snow trembled a few times before a head poked out furtively.
Zhou Chen carefully surveyed his surroundings. Only after confirming it was safe did he climb out of the tunnel, drenched and steaming in the cold air.
A Cyan Flame ignited, rapidly evaporating the moisture from his body.
He looked at the number of survivors on his System Panel. After he detonated the Alchemy Bomb he'd left behind, the count had immediately dropped by five.
'To think I only got five...' Zhou Chen was a little dissatisfied. After all, he estimated that the number of people hunting him was in the triple digits. Taking out just five was a mere drop in the bucket.
Of course, out of those hundred or so people, only thirty or forty players were genuinely determined to hunt him to the end. The rest were basically just along for the ride, and he figured it wouldn't be long before they abandoned the Slaying Alliance.
