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

Moreover, the number of people the guardians of the tripod have deployed to this place is indeed astonishingly large.

In such a short time, they have already laid out a search net across the mountains and accurately pinpointed the general direction of my escape.

In my perception, these two people exuded a very calm and focused aura.

Although not as unfathomable as Shi Jing, he is by no means an ordinary person.

They have all reached the Dan realm!

Two experts at the Dan Realm level, placed in a smaller area, would be enough to rule over a region.

At this moment, they were like two well-trained hunting dogs, searching for me in this deep mountain.

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped from the palm of my hand, which was gripping the hilt of the black knife.

My brain is working at lightning speed, assessing the dead end before me.

Running now is definitely too late.

They were less than twenty meters away from me. If I made a single move, made the slightest sound, or revealed even a trace of human presence, I would be immediately locked onto by these two experts at the Dan realm.

In the jungle, turning your back to two equally matched pursuers is no different from suicide.

As for fighting?

I glanced down at my blood-stained chest, feeling the emptiness in my lower abdomen and the utter exhaustion in my brain, and gave a bitter laugh.

In my current state, let alone two experts at the Core Formation Realm, even a cultivator who has just condensed his inner energy could easily crush me.

To confront them head-on is simply wishful thinking.

You can't escape, and you can't win.

It seems that only one path remains before me—to hide.

I can only hope that I can miraculously evade the thorough search by these two experts at the Dan Realm by relying on this hidden natural crevice and my own ability to conceal my aura.

After making up my mind, I took a deep breath and reduced my breathing rate to a minimum, almost to the point of tortoise breathing.

At the same time, I squeezed out the last bit of pitiful coolness from between my eyebrows.

Let it flow through my body along my meridians, masking as much as possible the smell of blood, the sound of my heartbeat, and the vitality of a living person.

At this moment, I am like a lifeless stone, clinging tightly to the rock wall at the deepest part of the crevice, completely motionless.

"Click."

"Shhh..."

The sounds from the outside world became exceptionally clear at that moment.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

five meters.

The auras of these two Dan Realm experts were getting closer and closer to me.

Just then, the footsteps on the left, which had been advancing at a steady pace, suddenly stopped without warning.

I pressed myself tightly against the cold rock wall, my heart almost freezing at that moment.

I squeezed the last bit of coolness between my brows to the limit, locking away all the life force and bloody smell from my body.

But I know very well that some physical traces cannot be concealed no matter how hard you try to hide them.

Perhaps when I forced my way into this gap, I accidentally broke one of the hidden vines on the outside.

Perhaps it was a drop of blood seeping from my chest wound that accidentally dripped onto the moss outside.

Or perhaps, it is simply because this natural shelter, composed of fallen ancient trees and rocks, is, in the eyes of these experienced trackers, an excellent Tibetan location.

After the person outside stopped, he did not take immediate action, but instead let out a very short whistle.

The sound carried far through the quiet jungle, carrying a clear tactical command.

Almost simultaneously, the aura on the right, which had been advancing more than ten meters away, suddenly accelerated and rushed towards them like an arrow.

In less than ten seconds, two light breaths converged in front of the crevice where I was hiding.

Through the vague feedback from the sensor network, I could sense that the two of them were currently standing about a meter apart, one on the left and one on the right.

One of them stood at a slightly distance away, responsible for keeping watch over the surroundings.

Meanwhile, another person was silently and gradually approaching the outermost vine shelter in the crevice.

Seeing this, I cursed inwardly.

All hope vanished at that moment.

It seems that the elite guards who emerged from the cauldron are far more formidable than I imagined.

Now that we're trapped in this dead end, running away is absolutely out of the question.

I took a deep breath of the air, which smelled strongly of earth, and slowly exhaled the stale air from my lungs.

The body, which had been in a state of tortoise-like breathing to conserve its energy, began to operate forcefully.

I slightly bent the fingers of my left hand and took out a black bone needle from my pocket, holding it in my palm.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the black knife, which was wrapped in animal hide, so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged out from the excessive force.

The malevolent energy within my body is now completely depleted; not even a trace can be extracted.

My physical body had been pushed to its limit during the previous frantic run, and I felt a sense of exhaustion whenever I exerted even the slightest force in my muscles.

But I had no other choice.

I gathered the last bit of mental energy remaining in my mind, preparing to launch the final counterattack of my life the moment the vines in front of me were lifted, aided by the technique of controlling qi.

I don't seek to kill the enemy and win; I only hope to take someone down with me.

However, what I found very strange was that after the two people outside reached the gap, they didn't make any further moves.

One second, two seconds.

Ten seconds, half a minute.

Two or three minutes passed, and there was still no sound from outside.

This eerie silence is more torturous than facing a direct confrontation with swords and spears.

In this narrow, dark crevice, the passage of every second is stretched out infinitely.

I don't know what's happening outside, or what kind of even more deadly trap they're setting up?

Or are they waiting for reinforcements?

Or perhaps they are simply using psychological tactics to try to break my will and force me to expose myself?

I do not know.

All I know is that the breath I forced myself to muster is slowly dissipating in this long and unknown torment.

My arms began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and the knife wound on my chest reopened because of the force I had exerted earlier.

Warm blood flowed down her abdomen, bringing waves of weak dizziness.

Just when I felt that the energy and spirit I was forcibly holding on with my willpower was about to completely collapse.

"Splash!"

The thick layer of thorny vines in front of them was suddenly ripped away without warning.

The blinding sunlight, mixed with the dappled shadows of the trees in the jungle, poured in instantly, stinging my eyes that had long been accustomed to the darkness.

But I ignored the stinging in my eyes and didn't try to see who was standing outside.

At the very moment the light shone through the crack, my nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally found an outlet.

"Go to hell!"

I let out a silent roar of anger from the bottom of my heart.