noffsinger Chapter 60 If you can't beat them, run!
Chapter 60 If you can't beat them, run!
It was the king of mammoths, good heavens, even larger than the mammoth with the inner core from before, with snow-white long fur that gleamed coldly in the darkness.
On its enormous head, a pair of curved, sharp, dark gold fangs had clearly mutated, exuding a chillingly malevolent aura.
Seeing that things were not going well, Han Yi hurriedly recalled the Aoxue Sword and held it firmly in his hand. Bai Ling and Han Di also nervously leaned over and hissed in low voices to bolster their courage.
This wasn't the first time Han Yi had encountered this plague god. In their previous encounters, he had been utterly defeated and forced to flee.
Sword control techniques are completely useless against it. The Hundred-Step Flying Sword attacks are like tickling it, unable to cause any damage. It's like an impenetrable lump of iron, causing endless headaches.
The king of mammoths roared, its deafening roar echoing through the forest like rolling thunder, a warning to Han Yi.
"Fine, fight if you want! You damned bastard, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Han Yi was a tough nut to crack, showing no weakness. He widened his eyes, clenched his fists, and prepared to fight it to the death.
The battle erupted instantly!!!
The king of mammoths galloped forward at an astonishing speed, its massive body creating a strong gust of wind that seemed capable of blowing people away.
Han Yi reacted quickly, dodging to the side and pulling Bai Ling and Han Di away. The mammoth king's tusk slammed into a nearby boulder with a loud "crack," instantly shattering the boulder and sending fragments flying. The scene was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Immediately afterwards, the King of Mammoths launched another attack, its massive limbs slamming into the ground where Han Yi was standing. With a muffled thud, a powerful shockwave spread outwards.
Han Yi leaped with all his might, his body nimbly flipping in the air to avoid the impact. But Bai Ling and Han Di were not so lucky, being thrown about by the shockwave.
Despite her speed, Bai Ling was still struck in the leg by a flying piece of rock, causing her to limp and groan in pain. Han Di, with his strong physique, withstood part of the shockwave, but was still shaken and his blood churned.
Clearly, the two beasts were completely incapable of participating in a battle of this level; to do so would mean certain death.
The Mammoth King continued its offensive, raising its head and thrusting its sharp, spear-like tusks straight at Han Yi.
With lightning speed, he rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided the danger, his movements as agile as a cheetah.
At this moment, Han Yi decided to unleash his strongest sword technique—Sword Qi Soaring Across the Land.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and let the spiritual energy in his body surge like a raging fire.
Next, he guided spiritual energy along the meridians in his arm and injected it into the Proud Snow Sword.
When spiritual energy is injected to a certain extent, the sword hums, as if a string of a musical instrument is being plucked.
He swung his sword down fiercely, and the sword energy spread outwards from the sword as the center. Some of the sword energy was like fine needles, flashing with cold light and extremely sharp; others were like broad blades of light, whistling forward with a majestic momentum.
These sword energies intertwined and overlapped, forming a powerful attack network.
However, the Mammoth King's defense was too strong. Han Yi's strongest move only managed to scratch shallow cuts on its body, without even drawing blood, which made him both angry and anxious.
Enraged, the king of mammoths shook his head, and his tusks shot towards Han Yi like lightning.
"Here we go again!" Han Yi felt a wave of weakness wash over him as he watched the long fangs thrust at him once more. The sword aura he had unleashed earlier had consumed too much of his spiritual energy, leaving him feeling completely drained and weak in the limbs.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Bai Ling disregarded her own injuries, circled around to the side of the King of Mammoths, and bit down hard on its leg.
But the King of Mammoths was too strong. With a flick of his leg, Bai Ling was flung away like a rag doll, coughing up blood. He was badly injured and lay on the ground, barely alive.
With a thunderous roar, it charged towards the King of Mammoths, raising its paw high and slamming it down, trying to shield its master and buy itself a chance to escape.
The bear's paw and fangs collided with a muffled thud, sending it flying several meters away, crashing through several large trees before finally stopping. It was severely injured; one of its paws broke off during the clash, leaving it covered in blood.
Thanks to the two beasts risking their lives to stop him, Han Yi escaped a calamity.
Seeing that Bai Ling and Han Di were seriously injured, Han Yi realized that they were no match for the King of Mammoths. He immediately put Bai Ling and Han Di back into his Beast Taming Ring.
Although Han Yi was not injured at this time, his spiritual power was exhausted.
He was filled with regret. If only he hadn't used his sword energy to escape with the two beasts, he wouldn't be in such a predicament.
Han Yi dared not linger in the fight and turned to run. Behind him came the furious roar of the King of the Mammoths.
Although he was unwilling, he knew that survival was the most important thing at the moment, and only by living could he have a chance to take revenge.
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and ran quickly through the forest, gradually moving away from the territory of the mammoth king.
This was Han Yi's third attempt to seek revenge against the King of the Mammoths, and the result was still failure. This time, the outcome was even worse than before, as he had already expended a large amount of spiritual energy before even encountering the King of the Mammoths.
Han Yi's spiritual energy was almost depleted, so he dared not expend any more spiritual energy to fly on his sword. He could only jump and run rapidly through the forest, trying to shake off the big guy behind him. But this greatly reduced the chances of getting rid of him.
Han Yi's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he thought to himself that he had really messed up this time.
He wanted to go as fast as he could, but the king of the mammoths was incredibly fast. Despite its enormous size, driven by rage, it kept up relentlessly and showed no sign of giving up.