What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I don't mind inhaling this miasma as an air freshener.

But Li Qing is not an option.

His meridians were already severely damaged by the backlash from the formation. If he were to inhale this highly toxic miasma, even a Great Immortal might not be able to save him.

I had no other choice but to take a deep breath and activate the evil core within my dantian.

A trace of malevolent energy began to seep from my body, and under the guidance of my mental power, it slowly expanded.

Ultimately, these malevolent energies formed a semi-transparent protective shield with a radius of about one meter, completely enveloping me and Li Qing on my back.

When the colorful miasma touched this jade-colored aura, it immediately emitted a faint hissing sound and was instantly evaporated and dissolved.

The evil energy within my body has the property of being immune to most types of poisons, so dealing with these natural miasma is naturally no problem for me.

However, this large-scale release of malevolent energy continuously and significantly depletes one's internal energy.

Even though I have already entered the early stage of the Fiend Core realm and my meridians have been greatly expanded, I still cannot maintain this state for a long time.

I must find a safe place to stay as soon as possible, or get out of this damn rainforest for good.

For the rest of the time, relying on my memory of the journey, I trudged through dense bushes and the tangled roots of ancient trees.

The terrain of the Ten Thousand Mountains is complex and varied, and with the miasma obscuring the view, visibility is less than ten meters.

So while carrying Li Qing on my back, I also had to project my spiritual energy outwards to act as my eyes.

This is to avoid some hidden crises.

After walking for about an hour, my back was soaked with sweat.

Although my breathing is still steady, the series of battles and the exhaustion from the journey have taken their toll.

At this moment, nearly two-thirds of the evil energy stored in my dantian had been consumed.

Just as I was about to find a slightly drier place to stop and catch my breath, the cool sensation that had been lingering between my eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly.

Immediately afterwards, my mental perception network, which was spread out within a fifty-meter radius, detected a strange fluctuation.

someone.

After careful examination, I realized that the unusual noise was not the kind of irregular sound made by wild animals.

It sounded more like the deliberately suppressed breathing of humans, and the faint thud of rubber shoes stepping on damp fallen leaves.

Immediately, I stopped and hid behind a huge banyan tree.

Then, I carefully put Li Qing down from my back and laid him flat between the buttress roots of the banyan tree.

To prevent the miasma from invading, I specially separated a strand of malevolent energy and placed a small, close-fitting protective shield around his body.

After doing all this, I found a few large banana leaves and covered his body completely.

After settling Li Qing in, I climbed up the rough trunk of the banyan tree and hid in the dense canopy.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, I looked in the direction from which the sound came.

About forty meters away, five figures could be vaguely seen in the thick morning fog.

They formed a loose, fan-shaped search formation and were gradually approaching the large banyan tree where we were hiding.

These people were wearing the same black, button-down shirts as the assassins on the cliff earlier, and they were holding sharp machetes.

The leader, walking in the very middle, was carrying a strangely shaped black wooden box.

The wooden box seemed to contain some kind of living creature, making a "rustling" friction sound.

Clearly, this was a scout squad sent out by the force that was hunting down Li Qing.

The wooden box they were holding was most likely a special type of Gu insect used to track scents or the presence of living people.

It seems that Li Qing is completely locked onto by the opposing side.

I lay on the tree trunk, calmly watching the five people.

If I were alone, I could easily use my speed and the terrain to get around them.

But now, with Li Qing unconscious, my movements are somewhat restricted.

Moreover, once they are completely locked onto by the tracking worms in their hands, it will inevitably attract a large number of pursuers.

By then, no matter how strong I am, I will be worn down and die in these mountains.

Therefore, these five people must die.

And they must die silently, giving them no chance to raise the alarm.

I slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and reached my right hand into my sleeve, where the cold, black bone needle quietly slid into my palm.

At the same time, I reached for my waist with my left hand, and four willow-leaf daggers were already tucked between my fingers.

With a maximum range of fifty meters for controlling my qi, I can absolutely kill someone with a single blow at this distance.

But I didn't rush to do it; instead, I waited patiently.

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

When the scout team stepped within fifteen meters of my hiding place, the leader carrying the wooden box suddenly stopped.

He frowned as he glanced at the restless Gu worms in the wooden box, then looked up, his gaze sweeping suspiciously toward the large banyan tree where I was.

"Now."

I silently recited a sentence in my mind.

A powerful burst of spiritual energy erupted instantly, and the jade-colored baleful aura surged into my hand.

"go."

My wrist trembled slightly.

The black bone needle transformed into a dark lightning bolt, invisible to the naked eye, instantly piercing through the dense miasma.

It made no sound of cutting through the air; it was like the sigh of death, shooting directly into the temple of the scout on the far left and then exiting from the other side.

It brought out a streak of red and white blood.

Even after killing this person, the bone needles continued their momentum.

It drew a zigzag line in mid-air and pierced the throat of the second scout next to it.

At the same time the bone needles were shot out, the four lancets I was holding in my left hand were also busy.

Under the control of Qi, they shot towards the ground.

"Pfft!"

The two scouts on the far right didn't even see a shadow of the enemy before their ankles were mercilessly sliced ​​open by a scalpel.

Instantly, they ducked, instinctively wanting to open their mouths and scream.

But the other two scythes hovering in mid-air had already slashed their necks.

Crimson blood gushed out, turning the surrounding green vegetation into a shocking dark red.

It all happened so fast; from the moment I made my move to the moment the four scouts fell to the ground, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

The leader, who was carrying the wooden box, only saw a blur before his four men turned into corpses.

A tremendous fear gripped his heart instantly. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to sound the alarm for an enemy attack.

But he didn't get his chance.

The instant I fired the lancet, I had already leaped down from the treetop.

With the powerful explosive force of the Mountain-Shaking Force, my body became a blur in mid-air and landed diagonally above his head in the blink of an eye.

A knee strike instantly silenced his impending cry for help.