The icy streamwater washed over Lin Feng's ankles as he staggered through the dim mountain ravine, fleeing for his life.
Every breath tugged at the wound beneath his ribs and the meridians that felt as though they had been seared by a branding iron. His left arm hung limp at his side, waves of tearing pain shooting through it.
Behind him, the vicious Martial Master's furious roar still echoed through the valley like a death knell demanding his life.
He did not dare look back, much less stop.
His vision was beginning to blur, afterimages constantly appearing, and only an unyielding will was forcing him onward.
He knew he was already an arrow at the end of its flight. If he was caught again, death was certain.
"I have to... find somewhere... to hide..."
His spiritual power was like a candle guttering in the wind, yet he still drove it forward with all his might, extending it like feelers to sense everything around him.
At that moment, he keenly detected an extremely faint energy fluctuation beneath a rock wall to his front right, one completely blanketed by dense, dark-green vines. It differed from the surrounding moisture and stone.
That fluctuation was exceedingly obscure. If not for his spiritual power far surpassing those of the same realm, coupled with what seemed to be an almost imperceptible guidance from the system, he would never have discovered it.
This was his only hope!
Lin Feng bit through the tip of his tongue, and the intense stab of pain jolted his mind awake.
He forcibly squeezed out the last shred of strength in his body, lunging toward the rock wall and using his right hand to desperately pull aside the layer upon layer of slick, icy vines.
Behind the vines was not solid rock,