I didn't move, and neither did the scorpion.
We remained locked in a standoff.
About ten minutes passed. Rationally, I could tell that was roughly how long it had been, but it felt as though I had endured several hours, or even longer.
Under such circumstances, time seemed to have frozen.
The Crimson Scorpion seemed to be considering how to deal with me as well, calculating its chances of winning.
In the end, it did not move forward to attack me. Instead, it slowly backed away. It was backing away rather than turning to flee, which showed that it was still on guard.
This Crimson Scorpion actually possessed intelligence.
It even knew that turning around directly would likely leave it vulnerable to a sneak attack from me.
I stood there and watched it slowly retreat into the distance. Only then did my suspended heart settle, and I let out a long breath.
Sweat had already soaked through my clothes.
I collapsed onto the ground and lit another cigarette.
I began thinking about how to get out of this desert.
I still couldn't figure out what was going on. I had clearly chosen a cave entrance and walked in. How had it turned into a desert after I entered?
I had encountered a Crimson Scorpion the moment I entered this desert. What other things like that would I run into next?
And deserts seemed to have wolf packs. If I ran into one, it probably wouldn't end like before. Not to mention a large pack—just a few dozen wolves would be enough to tear me to pieces.
Unless I activated all my skills. But I felt that some of my skills were purely passive. My combat ability was far too poor; calling me a complete weakling wouldn't be an exaggeration.
It