Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1175: Chapter 1175 Shopping

The man gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright despite the pounding in his skull and the burning pain in his eyes.

He clenched his fists, channeling every ounce of strength and skill he had to resist the psychic onslaught.

His aura flared violently, a ripple of power that distorted the air around him, but even this barely seemed to affect the child.

Bella’s eyes narrowed. She doubled the speed and intensity of her attack.

More spheres erupted from her hands, weaving intricate patterns, striking from multiple angles, attempting to overwhelm her target.

Each strike carried the force of a small bomb, detonating with deafening booms that shook the crumbling cityscape.

The ascended child tilted slightly, dodging some spheres with impossible reflexes, her body twisting and bending in ways that no human should have been able to replicate.

Red energy flared around her small form as she retaliated, sending out pulses that forced Bella to duck and roll to avoid being flung across the street by sheer force.

Smoke, debris, and the roar of unleashed energy filled the air.

The battlefield had become a storm of chaos, light, and death.

Every movement of the child radiated malice and power.

She was not merely fighting—they were struggling against a force that had transcended humanity itself.

Bella felt her heart pound, not from fear, but from the adrenaline of facing something so overwhelmingly dangerous.

The man, still staggering from the psychic backlash, grit his teeth, trying to regain focus, knowing that one wrong move could mean instant death.

Above them, the child hovered, twisting and spinning, her laughter echoing like a cruel melody through the broken city.

“Hihihi! I’ve got you now!” the zombie girl cackled, her high-pitched voice carrying a chilling mix of childish delight and pure malice.

Before Bella could react, the child vanished from sight, leaving only a ripple in the air, as if reality itself had been bent around her.

In the next instant, her tiny hands shot forward—aiming straight at the center of Bella’s chest.

Puchi!

It appeared that the girl’s hands had pierced through Bella’s heart, an impossible strike that would have felled any normal human instantly.

Poof!

Yet the image flickered and vanished, leaving only Bella’s composed form, unharmed.

It had been a projection, a shadow of speed and malice meant to test reflexes and sow panic.

Bella’s eyes narrowed, her body tensed, and her mind raced—she had expected no less.

The child tilted her head and scanned the surroundings, her sharp gaze catching a faint, glowing trace of movement: the path Bella had taken as she dodged the phantom strike.

But Bella was not alone.

Cradled firmly in her arms, the man struggled to maintain balance, his aura flaring as he tried to keep pace with the unnatural speed of the chase.

“You came… but chose to run?” the child taunted, spinning lightly in the air with impossible agility.

“Do you think I’d let food escape from my mouth so easily? Run, run, run! I’m coming for you two! Hihihi!”

And with that, she leapt into motion, bounding forward with eerie grace.

She skipped and hopped through the air like a playful predator, twisting mid-flight with unnatural flexibility.

Every movement carried a sickening combination of childlike innocence and terrifying precision.

Yet her speed was terrifyingly real—matching Bella’s and sometimes surpassing it, despite her tiny frame.

Skyscrapers loomed like jagged teeth above them, and shattered streets sprawled below, littered with debris, abandoned vehicles, and the remnants of a world already torn apart.

The chase became a whirlwind of motion—red energy traces following Bella’s movements, the man flanking her, and the child darting unpredictably, her laughter echoing off the ruined walls.

Bella’s mind worked in overdrive.

She calculated every angle, every possible escape route, every debris-laden obstacle.

Her body moved in perfect sync with her thoughts, dodging shards of concrete, vaulting over wrecked cars, and spinning midair to keep the man safe.

Each step, each leap, each flick of her hands sent dozens of energy spheres spinning forward, creating a protective barrier as much as an offensive weapon.

The child laughed again, high-pitched and cruel, clearly amused by their evasions.

Yet she was relentless.

Each skip and hop wasn’t mere play—it was a predator learning, adjusting, testing their reflexes.

Every movement was a demonstration of superiority, a reminder that she was no ordinary foe.

“Faster!” Bella urged herself silently, feeling the child’s oppressive aura pressing in.

The air around them shimmered from the collision of their energies.

Each leap created gusts strong enough to topple light debris, and every energy sphere streaked through the air leaving a glowing trail that lit up the ruins in crimson flashes.

The man in her arms groaned under the effort, struggling to regain his footing while enduring the lingering psychic backlash from earlier.

Yet he clung to her, knowing their survival depended on coordination and timing.

Every misstep could be fatal.

Above them, the child twisted midair, her small form moving impossibly fast, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying combination of playfulness and hunger.

It was no longer just a chase.

It was a contest of reflexes, skill, and raw supernatural power, unfolding across the jagged ruins of Washington D.C.

Debris rained around them, dust and smoke thickened the air, and the shattered city became a labyrinth of danger and opportunity.

Bella and the man had to weave through it all, predicting the child’s impossible movements while maintaining their own momentum.

Bella gritted her teeth, her muscles screaming in protest as she barreled through the wreckage-strewn streets.

Her arms ached under Sebastian’s weight, every step heavier than the last, but she refused to slow.

Dust stung her eyes and lips, choking the air, and shards of debris littered every inch of the ruined city.

Broken vehicles, shattered signs, and splintered beams threatened to trip her with each frantic stride.

Yet even in the chaos, her focus was absolute.

“Hang on, Sebastian,” she whispered, tightening her arms around him.

Her voice trembled only slightly, betraying the storm of fear and determination roiling inside her.