On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

Behind him, the sound of wind breaking arose again. Zhao Fan rolled to the side in a disheveled manner, barely dodging a wooden arrow, and then got up and continued running.

The two people behind him also used this short time to close the distance between themselves and Zhao Fan.

And so, the three of them chased each other all the way, but they didn't manage to get much of a distance between them.

The two cultivators behind him, surnamed Lu and Zhang Tie, didn't seem to be in a hurry. They didn't even think that these harmless ranged attacks could do anything to Zhao Fan.

Their main objective was to slow down Zhao Fan, ensuring he didn't stray too far from them and thus giving him a chance to escape their encirclement.

As for running forward, they weren't worried at all.

The distance from the foot of the mountain to the top was only four or five miles, and with the three of them walking, they reached the top in just half an incense stick's time.

However, after Zhao Fan climbed over the highest rock, he came to a complete stop.

Ahead was a huge rift valley, about forty or fifty feet wide on both sides, and about a hundred feet deep below.

Without spiritual power, Zhao Fan would never be able to cross this width of several tens of feet. Even with the Divine Speed ​​Talisman, he could only leap a maximum of ten or twenty feet at full strength.

If one were to fall off this hundred-foot cliff, certain death would be certain!

By this point, Zhao Fan finally understood that this was a death trap carefully chosen for him by the two people behind him.

He turned his head and looked at the two people getting closer and closer, and he understood more and more clearly how heavy and desperate the words his master had used to describe his desperate struggle were.

However, as my master once said, a way to survive is something you have to fight for with your life!

The tortoise shell on its chest seemed to sense Zhao Fan's resolute heart and trembled slightly, as if responding to Zhao Fan's determination.

"Kid, can you still run?"

Zhang Tie stepped forward with his sword, looking at Zhao Fan with a mocking expression on his face.

Now, the cat-and-mouse game is finally over. On this Fallen Spirit Mountain, cultivation is unusable, and even extraordinary abilities are useless.

The cultivator surnamed Lu remained silent, thrusting his halberd straight at Zhao Fan's face.

With the Swiftness Talisman still on his body, Zhao Fan moved very fast. Facing the direct attack, Zhao Fan used his legs to dodge to the side, but ended up meeting Zhang Tie's sword blade.

Just as the sword blade was about to pierce Zhao Fan's neck, the tortoise shell on his chest spread rapidly, and the black tortoise shell crawled up Zhao Fan's neck.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out. Zhang Tie's sword slashed out, sending sparks flying, but it failed to penetrate the tortoise shell.

Seeing that his sword strike had failed to achieve anything, the cultivator surnamed Lu swept his halberd horizontally, avoiding the area of ​​Zhao Fan's body covered by black light, and aimed straight for Zhao Fan's head.

This strike was powerful and heavy; if it had landed, it would have probably chopped off half of Zhao Fan's head.

Unable to dodge in time, Zhao Fan had no choice but to raise his hands to block in front of him. His spiritual power involuntarily began to circulate, and he managed to grip the halberd tightly.

At this moment, Zhao Fan realized that as the tortoise shell unfolded, he could actually use his spiritual power!

Although he could only use a tiny fraction of it, for Zhao Fan, it was like a fish turning the tables.

The cultivator surnamed Lu and Zhang Tie also saw the spiritual energy radiating from Zhao Fan's palm and were greatly shocked!

After exchanging a glance, the two men advanced instead of retreating.

Although Zhao Fan can now use spiritual power, it doesn't seem very strong, and they don't have any other better methods.

Now they were in a bind, with no choice but to go forward. If Zhao Fan's spiritual power was strong enough, they wouldn't be able to escape at all. Without magic power to resist, they wouldn't be able to withstand even a single fireball spell. If Zhao Fan's magic power wasn't strong enough, then there was even less chance of escaping.

The cultivator surnamed Lu wielded his halberd with great force, clearly possessing considerable martial arts skills in the mortal realm.

Zhang Tie, meanwhile, stood by with his long sword, watching intently, targeting the areas of Zhao Fan's body that were not protected by the tortoise shell.

The two worked together seamlessly, forcing Zhao Fan to retreat step by step, unable to fight back.

Although he could use spiritual energy, he could only control a very small amount. Zhao Fan tried to release a low-level fireball spell several times, but failed because of insufficient spiritual energy.

Zhao Fan searched through his storage bag again, hoping to find a killing talisman, but discovered that he had sold all the low-grade talismans.

As for the remaining talismans, there are only three Swiftness Talismans, two Concealment Talismans, and one High-Grade Might Talisman.

However, there wasn't a single talisman for attacking.

At this moment, Zhao Fan wished he could slap himself twice. Why didn't he keep two of those low-level fireball talismans? If he had two low-level fireball talismans now, the battle could have ended immediately.

Unfortunately, this most precious top-grade talisman became Zhao Fan's only option.

Before Zhao Fan could even take out the talisman, the cultivator surnamed Lu swung his halberd with tremendous force from above, aiming straight for his head, as if he wanted to cleave Zhao Fan in two.

Zhao Fan crossed his arms and used all the spiritual power he could muster to block the attack. At that moment, Zhang Tie suddenly stepped forward and kicked Zhao Fan in the chest with all his might.

Zhao Fan was kicked back several steps by the powerful force. At the same time, the cultivator surnamed Lu exerted force and pushed Zhao Fan backward.

Before Zhao Fan could regain his balance, he felt his footing give way beneath him. Unbeknownst to him, he had been forced to the edge of a cliff by the two men.

After missing his footing, Zhao Fan began to fall, but fortunately he reacted quickly and grabbed the halberd blade tightly with both hands, hanging in mid-air.

At this moment, if the cultivator surnamed Lu let go, he would fall into the hundred-foot cliff.

The cultivator surnamed Lu was reluctant to part with his halberd, so he shook it repeatedly, trying to shake Zhao Fan off.

Seeing that Zhao Fan wouldn't let go, the cultivator surnamed Lu looked at Zhang Tie beside him.

"Cut off his hand!"

Zhang Tie reacted quickly, wielding his sword and slashing horizontally, about to sever Zhao Fan's hand at the wrist.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Zhao Fan hardened his heart, gathered spiritual power in his hand, and struck Zhang Tie's feet with a palm.

Before Zhang Tie could react, he lost his footing and tumbled over the edge, plummeting down the cliff.

The sword in his hand also lost its aim, sweeping across Zhao Fan's arm and slicing off a piece of flesh.

In the midst of the crisis, Zhang Tie grabbed wildly and ended up grabbing Zhao Fan's ankle.

Now, the two of them were hanging in mid-air.

The cultivator surnamed Lu felt the weight of the halberd in his hand increase significantly, and he almost dropped it.

However, he was indeed skilled in martial arts. He immediately roared, flipped his body, and assumed a steady horse stance, using his waist and legs to support the halberd, managing to prevent the two of them from falling.

"Hurry up and do it!"

Seeing Zhang Tie still in shock, the cultivator surnamed Lu almost roared out in anger.

Zhang Tie finally came to his senses, grabbing Zhao Fan's ankle tightly with one hand and raising his sword with the other to stab upwards.

Seeing that the two were still trying to kill him, Zhao Fan decided to steel his resolve and die together with them!

At this moment, the weight of both men was on him, and with his arm injured, he dared not let go. He could only gather a stream of spiritual energy from his mouth and suddenly spit it out, striking the knee of the cultivator surnamed Lu.

The cultivator surnamed Lu lost his balance and was dragged off the cliff by the weight of the two men.

Seeing this, Zhao Fan silently closed his eyes, enjoying the last bit of peace before his death.