Aaanngh!!
Amid the piercing howl, the entire surrounding mountain forest shook beneath the deafening roar.
At the edge of Jushui Canyon, where the mist was gradually thinning.
Zhu Chen flipped over, pushed off with his hands, sprang up, and charged outward.
More precisely, he was no longer charging—he was fleeing.
His legs had been ambushed. If not for the Bone Blade in his hand being a divine weapon, he would likely already have died beneath the fox's tails.
But even so, to break free from the Three-headed Fox's strangling assault, he had been forced to pay a grievous price.
He had used secret techniques three times in succession, unleashing his greatest strength—not to fight the fox head-on, but to escape Jushui Canyon.
Even the weapon in his hand had been corroded beyond recognition.
Though he was a Ming Gan, three consecutive secret techniques, coupled with his severe injuries and excessive blood loss, had still left him in an abysmal state.
Thump thump thump!!
Heavy footsteps halted behind Zhu Chen.
The Three-headed Fox's long, slender necks danced ceaselessly through the dense fog, yet it remained standing within the canyon, roaring furiously at Zhu Chen without ever taking a single step outside.
From an aerial view, the small patch of ground between Zhu Chen and the Three-headed Fox lay exactly along the same circular line as the stone stele marking the entrance to the canyon.
This was a boundary.
It was also the region the Three-headed Fox could never leave.
Most of Zhu Chen's legs had become bare white bone. His body was drenched in blood, and his face was frighteningly pale.
He was nearly a lamp with its oil run dry. If he did not receive treatment soon, death was certain.
Lying on the ground, he turned back to look at