The night wind howled.
Qi Zhimu manipulated his Staff, flying with Black Tower toward the direction Brooks had fled, quickly locking onto the target.
Maintaining a low-altitude shuttle state, they closely followed the wretched figure below.
The streetlights on both sides of the road were not very bright. Brooks's attention was now entirely on the deep alley entrances, dark shop windows, and any shadows that might hide a person.
He didn't have the time to look up at the sky at all, so naturally, he didn't know he was being watched from above by two pairs of eyes.
Exhausted from running for his life, he would still occasionally pull out his phone to check it.
Black Tower recognized at a glance that the phone was the communication device uniformly distributed before the mission began.
Aside from the contact information for the mission executors, it had no other functions.
The messages he sent out received no response for a long time. The fear in Brooks's eyes grew heavier, and his lips trembled as he ran.
"Why isn't anyone replying... Could it be that Black Tower is also dead, and I'm the only one left alive...?"
The enveloping panic caused Brooks's heart rate to soar, and his lungs burned with pain.
Under the dark night, the intersection ahead appeared exceptionally sinister.
Just as Brooks was preparing to cross the road, he suddenly saw a man wearing a short-sleeved shirt among the people waiting for the green light on the far sidewalk.
The man's gaze was lowered, and most of his body was hidden in the crowd.
Brooks felt the blood in his entire body go cold.
He recognized those clothes!
That man had been chopped into mincemeat by the Death God earlier, not even a whole piece of flesh or skin was left.
It was definitely a death god incarnation.
Brooks turned around and bolted without hesitation.
Survival instinct frantically squeezed his physical strength. Before being discovered by the death god incarnation, he ducked into a grand-looking hotel behind him.
Ignoring the strange stares from the hotel lobby reception, he ran toward the elevators in a panic.
Qi Zhimu stopped in the air above the hotel entrance and turned to ask for Black Tower's opinion.
Black Tower shook her head slightly, indicating there was no need to follow him inside.
The two temporarily hovered above, continuing to observe the internal situation through Brooks's first-person perspective.
The screen image shook violently.
Brooks rushed into the open elevator car, his fingers frantically stabbing the up button.
The elevator doors slowly closed. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, leaning against the cold metal wall of the car, gasping for air as if exhausted.
Only then did he notice a woman standing in the corner of the elevator.
The woman's back was to him, her long hair draped over her shoulders.
At first, he didn't care, thinking she was just an ordinary hotel guest.
But as the elevator began to rise, the woman slowly turned her head to reveal her true face: a face covered in a strange, hideous grin.
She was one of the targets who had died after the mission failed not long ago.
Brooks felt cold all over. At this moment, he knew he was doomed to die.
The perspective on Qi Zhimu's side spun wildly. A shrill scream echoed through the elevator car, then quickly returned to silence in a very short time.
The screen froze completely in darkness.
Qi Zhimu and Black Tower understood that Brooks was dead.
The previous guess had come true; the death god incarnations would predict the executors' escape routes and even knew how to accurately intercept them on their necessary paths in advance.
Wolves in front, tigers behind.
Under this kind of inescapable pursuit mode, without the help of a mage like Qi Zhimu who could fly freely in the air, there was no doubt that the situation would be certain death.
The two remained hovering above the hotel entrance, quietly observing.
The night wind brushed past Black Tower's hair and lightly tickled Qi Zhimu's neck; a faint fragrance was refreshing to the soul.
Black Tower's gaze was fixed on the hotel entrance below.
After a while, the death god incarnation that killed Brooks walked out, standing on the steps and turning its head left and right to scan the empty street.
Black Tower waited quietly for the other party to look up.
As long as it looked up, their eyes would meet, thereby verifying whether the Death God could discover them in the air.
The development of the situation surprised her.
The death god incarnation didn't seem to have any intention of looking up at all. After just scanning the horizontal surroundings, it decisively stepped forward toward the west.
When passing the next intersection, it even appeared in the same frame as the death god incarnation wearing the short shirt.
There was no communication between them as they silently merged into the same direction.
Seeing this, the doubt in Black Tower's heart grew.
Even though they were so close, why didn't the death god incarnation notice her overhead at all?
Qi Zhimu also found it very strange and couldn't help but mutter aloud.
"Is the Death God that stupid? It doesn't even have a Z-axis mechanism? Reality is a 3D space after all, so why does the Death God behave as if it can only perceive the XY axes?"
Hearing these words, Black Tower felt something, sensing that she had overlooked an extremely critical clue.
It was definitely not as simple as just a problem of spatial perception.
While she was thinking, Qi Zhimu suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
"Those two death god incarnations just headed straight for Green's coordinates. It's as accurate as if they've turned on wallhacks and aimbots."
"Then how do you explain why they haven't locked onto me yet?"
Black Tower was quite puzzled.
"Is there a priority for who to kill first? Because I've completed many missions, are they saving me for last?"
Qi Zhimu expressed that he didn't know and said casually, "Maybe the Death God doesn't have settings for aerial perception, so it can't lock onto you?"
"After all, you have to understand that my existence and settings far exceed the imagination of this battle royale work."
Black Tower didn't respond, her mind constantly repeating four words.
"Can't lock on... can't lock on..."
The real reason shouldn't be that simple. No matter how crude or trashy a battle royale work is, there must be some way to avoid the Death God's pursuit.
If no one can be the last one standing and survive, what kind of battle royale is it?
The problem was that she hadn't thought of the answer yet.
At this time, Black Tower heard Qi Zhimu's words again.
"Boring. I wanted to trade a few blows with the Death God. How about I purposely appear in front of them to try?"
Black Tower felt it was feasible, but for safety's sake, she chose a middle-ground solution.
"You can get closer, about 10 meters, but don't purposely appear in front of the death god incarnation yet."
Qi Zhimu chose to refuse: "That's too boring. I've decided to do something more exciting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately accelerated, diving toward the death god incarnation below.
The wind whistled. At a position less than ten meters from the ground, the light of electricity flared in Qi Zhimu's palm, and a violent thunderbolt descended.
The thunderlight illuminated the entire street, hitting the death god incarnation that killed Brooks right in the center.
Under Black Tower's gaze, the death god incarnation didn't even have time to make any reaction before it was directly blasted into a cloud of black mist by the lightning.
However, the result was unexpected.
In less than two seconds, that cloud of black mist condensed back into shape on the spot.
After completing its rebirth, the death god incarnation didn't even glance at the two people in the air, completely ignoring Black Tower's existence, and continued to move toward the west.
The development of the situation was so unexpected that not only was Black Tower stunned, but even Qi Zhimu was briefly lost for words.
They had known for a long time that the Death God couldn't be killed; after all, the battle royale settings had been clearly laid out early on.
But they never expected that the Death God would just take the hit without fighting back.
What exactly was the reason?