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

Taking advantage of someone's weakness to kill them is based on the premise that you still have the strength to spare.

Right now, my only option is to run, to run as far as possible.

Survive first, then plan for the rest.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

Using the pure baleful energy that the black knife in my hand fed back, I took a deep breath of the scorching air filled with the smell of sulfur and blood, pushing my body to its limit.

"Walk!"

I roared inwardly, pushed off the trembling rock face with both legs, and shot forward like an arrow.

Ahead lay a lava river, tens of meters wide.

At this moment, the lava river became extremely violent due to the collapse of the rock layers above.

Huge rocks kept crashing into it, and splashed lava flew through the air like raindrops.

I endured the excruciating pain from the extensive burns on my back, my gaze fixed on the massive rocks that had fallen from the cave ceiling and were temporarily floating on the surface of the lava.

"Bang!"

I stomped heavily on the igneous rock on the shore, and my body was lifted into the air.

After tracing an arc through the air, I landed precisely on a huge rock, about the size of a tabletop, that had just crashed down in the middle of the river.

The boulder shook violently under the buoyancy of the lava, and the intense heat instantly penetrated through the soles of the shoes.

I didn't dare to linger for even a moment. I touched the surface of the boulder with my toes and leaped into the air again.

And so, I dodged left and right, weaving through the rain of lava flying everywhere and the constantly falling rocks.

Several times, the splashing lava almost grazed my cheek, and the scorching heat even singed my eyebrows.

Supported by the malevolent energy fed back by the black blade, and the muscle memory honed through countless trials, he was able to achieve his goal.

After using three floating boulders for leverage, I finally crossed the deadly lava river safely and landed heavily on the opposite bank at the mine entrance.

This is the very place where I briefly clashed with Shi Cuishan just now.

The moment I landed, I did a forward roll to dissipate the impact and then crouched down on the ground.

The tremors here were equally intense, with cracking sounds emanating from the rock formations overhead, and large plumes of dust cascading down like waterfalls.

But I didn't immediately turn around and crawl into the mine tunnel to escape.

I looked up and quickly scanned my surroundings.

In that exchange just now, my four willow-leaf knives were blasted away by Shi Cuishan and embedded in the rock walls on both sides.

The black bone needle used for the sneak attack fell into a corner not far away.

These magical artifacts are my means of survival, especially the bone needle left behind by the mysterious masked man, which is extremely mysterious.

I gripped the black knife tightly, forcibly suppressing the waves of dizziness that were washing over me due to my physical weakness.

I unleashed the cool aura that had been lingering between my brows without reservation.

The icy sensation instantly spread throughout my body, making my mind much clearer.

"Control your Qi, rise!"

At the same time, I gritted my teeth and silently chanted in my heart.

Although the malevolent energy within my body was almost depleted, with the aid of the cool aura, my spiritual power still spread out like invisible tentacles, instantly locking onto the location of the five magical artifacts.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With four crisp metallic scraping sounds, the four willow-leaf knives, deeply embedded in the hard rock wall, were forcibly pulled out of the cracks by mental force.

They transformed into four silver streaks of light and flew back to my side, where I casually tucked them into the scabbard at my lower back.

At the same time, the black bone needle in the corner, almost blending into the darkness, also flew back silently along the ground like a venomous snake that had heard a summons.

I caught it steadily with my left hand and quickly stuffed it into my pocket, placing it together with the demon core of the mutated pangolin.

The entire recycling process was smooth and efficient.

After retrieving my equipment, I didn't linger for a second. I turned around and plunged headfirst into the dark, abandoned mine tunnel behind me.

The escape has officially begun.

This abandoned mine tunnel was already dilapidated due to its age.

Now, under the powerful earthquake waves triggered by that earth-shattering strike, the area has become even more perilous.

Huge cracks kept appearing on the rock walls on both sides.

The rotten wooden frames supporting the mine tunnels overhead creaked and cracked from time to time, posing a constant risk of a complete collapse.

The air was thick with dust, and the near-total darkness made visibility virtually nonexistent.

But I didn't slow down.

Relying on my memories of the journey and the vivid impression of the map in my mind, I quickly navigated the intricate network of mine tunnels.

Every turn, every fork in the road, I make the most decisive judgment based on intuition and memory.

"boom!"

Not far behind, a section of the mine tunnel finally succumbed to the tremors and collapsed completely.

A huge blast of air, carrying debris, surged from behind me, giving me a hard shove that made me stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

I used the momentum to roll forward a few times, regained my footing, and continued running forward.

The knife wound in my chest reopened due to the intense exercise, and blood seeped out continuously from my torn clothes, staining most of my chest red.

The burns on my back felt like a million ants were gnawing at me, and every muscle strain brought a piercing pain.

My breathing grew heavier and heavier, as if my throat was filled with a handful of bloody sand, and each breath carried a strong, metallic taste of blood.

My legs felt as heavy as lead, my vision began to blur, and the surrounding rock walls even appeared as double images in my eyes.

This is a sign of excessive blood loss and physical exhaustion.

But I dare not stop.

I knew that if I stopped for even a moment, the last ounce of will to survive I had built up would completely dissipate.

In this perilous underground depths, once you fall, there is no chance of ever getting back up.

I bit my tongue hard, using the pain to stimulate my numb nerves.

The cool sensation between my brows continuously released a chilling feeling, like a stimulant, forcibly maintaining my last shred of clarity.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

I don't know how long I ran in the dark, I only know that I moved my legs mechanically.

The vibrations behind me gradually weakened, the strong smell of sulfur in the air disappeared, and the temperature dropped significantly.

It was then that I realized I had escaped the core collapse area of ​​that underground fire vein.

Ahead lay a relatively spacious intersection of mine pits, the surrounding rock walls appearing fairly solid with no obvious cracks.

I leaned against a cold, damp rock wall, but my body could no longer support me. I slowly slid down the rough stone wall and fell to the ground with a thud.