On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

The space inside the crack was deeper than Zhao Fan had imagined; it was almost vertical.

He carried Su San on his back and climbed down the slope, one step at a time, surrounded by soft soil and sharp rocks. Before he had gone more than a few steps, he was cut in several places by the sharp rocks.

Behind her came Su Zixin's rapid breathing. She had an injury on her leg, and although she had temporarily sealed it with her spiritual power and it was no longer bleeding, the pain was real.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Su Ziyan was at the forefront, using the last bit of spiritual power to release a faint flame to light the way.

Xiao Er ran at the very back, occasionally turning back to roar, as if warning the pursuers behind him.

The sound of earth falling came from behind, and the corpse puppet also crawled into the crack.

Its movements were slow, but each step was extremely large, with its withered arms supporting it against the rock walls on both sides, completely ignoring the sharp rocks around it.

The black, stiff bristles scraped against the rocks, making a teeth-grinding rustling sound, and grew closer and closer.

"It's catching up!"

Su Ziyan's voice changed tone.

Zhao Fan glanced back and saw only a pair of murky fish eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness.

He gritted his teeth, pulled a talisman from his storage bag, and tossed it behind him without looking back.

The spiritual energy was activated, and the talisman exploded into a burst of fire in front of the corpse puppet!

"boom!"

The firelight illuminated the entire crevice. The corpse puppet was blasted backward, its dark robe catching fire at the edges, but it only paused for a moment before continuing to crawl forward.

The black hairs remained motionless in the flames, not even charred.

"It's no use..."

Su Ziyan's voice was trembling with tears.

Zhao Fan took out another talisman, this time an ice spike talisman. The ice spike struck the corpse puppet, shattering into ice shards without leaving a mark.

Another one, a lightning strike talisman. The lightning crackled across the corpse puppet a few times without stopping.

Su Zixin also took out the few talismans she had left and threw them behind her without even looking at them.

A large number of low-level spells exploded behind the group, bursting out with multicolored light.

The corpse puppet swayed a few times from the series of attacks, but after each sway, it continued to crawl forward.

Zhao Fan continued to reach into his storage bag, only to find that he had used up all his talismans.

"How many of you do you have left?"

Zhao Fan quickly inquired.

Su Zixin touched the storage bag and her face turned pale.

"That's all."

Su Ziyan also flipped through it, her voice trembling.

"I'm gone too."

Zhao Fan reached into his storage bag, his fingertips touching the last talisman.

It was a mid-grade Flame Burst Talisman. Without hesitation, he channeled his spiritual power into it, and the talisman transformed into a fire dragon, roaring as it crashed into the corpse puppet!

"Boom!"

The violent explosion shook the rock walls on both sides of the crack, and soil and gravel fell down in a flurry.

The corpse puppet was blasted backward and crashed into the rock wall behind it with a dull thud.

The firelight faded, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and dust.

Zhao Fan held his breath, staring at the cloud of smoke.

A withered arm emerged from the smoke and dust, followed by a bluish-black face.

Smoke was still rising from the corpse puppet's eye sockets, and the eyeball of one eye had been blown away, leaving a dark hole.

But it was still moving, still crawling forward.

"Hurry up!"

Zhao Fan had no other options at this point and could only do his best to climb down.

The crack narrowed, and the rock walls on both sides were almost touching, so they could only squeeze forward sideways.

Xiao Er ran in the lead; its body was smaller than a person's, making it more agile in the cracks.

Su Ziyan followed behind, then Zhao Fan carried Su San on his back, and Su Zixin dragged her injured leg at the very back.

Behind them, the footsteps of the corpse puppet grew closer and closer.

Behind them, the sound of the corpse puppet's black fur scraping against the rocks, along with the sound of fingernails scratching, could be heard.

Zhao Fan could smell the stench; it was so strong it made him want to vomit.

He could even feel the chilling breath exhaled by the corpse puppet right on the back of his neck.

Just then, the corpse puppet suddenly stopped.

Zhao Fan felt the footsteps behind him stop, and the friction sound also disappeared.

He didn't dare to look back, he just kept pushing forward.

Su Ziyan also noticed the anomaly, turned around and looked back, then froze.

The corpse puppet stood less than ten feet away from them, motionless, and its one intact, murky eye suddenly lit up.

It is not reflected light, but a brilliant light that shines from within.

It watched them but did not pursue them further.

Zhao Fan didn't turn around, but he felt the putrid smell suddenly fade.

Behind them, the corpse puppet didn't chase after them anymore; it just stood there, its glowing eye staring straight at them.

"What's wrong with it?"

Su Ziyan's voice was trembling.

"have no idea."

Zhao Fan tugged at him.

"Walk!"

He didn't know why the corpse puppets had stopped; all he knew was that this was their only chance.

The group squeezed forward with all their might, but the crack grew wider and wider, and they could barely stand.

Ahead, Xiao Er suddenly let out a howl, followed by the sound of something falling through the air, and finally the sound of something entering the water.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Fan immediately reached down to grab Xiao Er, but he missed.

At the same time, because Zhao Fan suddenly exerted force, his feet suddenly lost their footing, and he lost his balance, falling forward with Su San on his back!

He tried desperately to grab onto something, but the rock face was too slippery, and his fingers couldn't grasp anything.

"Zhao Fan!"

Su Ziyan reached out to pull him, but he pulled her down with him.

Su Zixin tried to pull them back, but the injury to her leg prevented her from doing so.

The three of them, along with Su San on their backs, fell downwards.

The soil and rubble beneath their feet sank down into endless darkness.

All I could hear was the whistling wind, Su Ziyan's scream, and Su Zixin's muffled groan.

Zhao Fan clung tightly to Su San on his back, feeling like a falling leaf, constantly plummeting into the darkness.

The icy water rushed in from all directions, filling his mouth, nose, and ears.

He struggled desperately to surface, but Su San on his back was too heavy and the current was too strong, so he couldn't control his body at all.

The water carried him, crashing and colliding in the darkness, hitting rocks and stone walls, making him see stars.

He heard Su Ziyan's shouts, he heard Su Zixin's shouts, but those voices grew farther and farther away, more and more indistinct.

Zhao Fan's consciousness began to blur. He felt that his hands were about to lose their grip on Su San. He clenched his fists desperately, his fingernails digging into Su San's collar.

And so, he drifted aimlessly, carried along by the current.

Even in the icy water, her body temperature was dropping rapidly, and Su San, whom he was holding tightly, seemed to have stopped moving.

"Hurry up and get on!"

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away; it was Su Zixin.

She froze the water with her Frost Sword, forming a floating ice floe on which she could barely stand.

At this moment, she held a bright luminous pearl in one hand and reached out to Zhao Fan with the other.

Just as Zhao Fan reached out his hand, the ice floe beneath Su Zixin's feet suddenly shattered.

Su Zixin fell into the water again, while Zhao Fan was swept by the current and crashed into a hidden reef in the water.

The powerful impact caused him to cough up blood and faint.