Return to the Surface

In the dark, gloomy underground, no one knew how many rat tunnels lay scattered about. If he had not been fleeing for his life in such panic, Li Ziran would never have imagined that the ground beneath all of Madinger Town had been completely honeycombed by these rats.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

The panicked rats fled for their lives, evading the venomous snake behind them.

Li Ziran followed the rats' trail and chased without letting up.

He recognized one principle: in the face of absolute danger, animals always knew better than living beings how to escape.

Boom!

A heat wave formed by melting rock swept in from behind. When he turned his head, he saw only profound darkness, but Li Ziran knew that in mere seconds, the darkness would be devoured by light and transformed into scalding mudflow.

Less than a quarter-hour had passed since he left the operating room, yet he had already brushed shoulders with death three times.

If these rat tunnels had not crisscrossed in all directions, allowing him to change direction quickly, he might already have been burned through by the neon pillars of fire.

No matter how he ran underground, the other party could easily lock onto his position.

Gurgle!

It was a sign of nausea. Nicole was performing a marrow transplant inside his stomach, and the continuous running was beginning to drive the operation in an unpredictable direction.

Li Ziran steadied his mind. He had no choice; for now, Nicole could only pray for her own luck.

Fortunately, the marrow transplant was not too troublesome. As long as all the Elven Marrow flowed in, it would be enough.

But the environment had to remain stable.

The darkness ahead stretched endlessly. He did not know where he would stop, nor did he know what would happen