Prefectural City Messenger

Thick trees snapped one after another behind him. The thunderous crashes of breaking trunks mingled with the boar's shrieks, making cold sweat pour down his back. His heart nearly went into spasms.

At first, he could still use the forest terrain and his nimble movement technique to weave and dart about, opening some distance between himself and the boar. But after the boar pursued him without pause for several hours, his stamina began to ebb away like a rapidly receding tide.

His breathing grew heavy and ragged, his chest heaved ever more violently, and his steps gradually became unsteady. His once-agile movement technique slowed more and more. His legs felt as if they had been filled with a thousand pounds of lead, and every step drained an enormous amount of strength.

The boar behind him seemed to have caught the scent of prey at the end of its rope. A low roar rolled from its throat as its four limbs suddenly exploded with force, and its massive body accelerated once more!

"Not good!"

A bone-chilling cold suddenly rose in the heart of this Late Bone Tempering Realm martial artist, who had been chased by the boar for hours. His pupils contracted sharply.

He had just tried to dodge to the side, but most of the strength in his exhausted body had long since been squeezed dry, and his reaction was a fraction too slow.

Two pale, icy-white fangs, carrying a terrifying force of ninety thousand jin, viciously pierced into his back!

Pssh—!

The immense impact sent him staggering several steps forward. The fangs pierced straight through his chest and emerged from the front. The Late Bone Tempering Realm expert's entire body stiffened, and the light in his eyes rapidly faded. Blood gushed from his mouth, yet he could not even