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Luo Shanhe's eyes shimmered with a calm light in the darkness of the night as he quickly assessed the distance to the Mutated Scorpion. His fingers gently rested on the trigger, ready to deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.
Meanwhile, Leng Fengyang was completely immersed in a primal state of combat. The Rebar in his hand glinted with a cold light in the shadows, bearing the marks of countless life-and-death struggles. He moved lightly, barely making a sound, controlling each breath perfectly to strike at the most opportune moment. His mind constantly simulated various possible attack paths and the scorpion's reactions, searching for that fleeting opening.
As the distance closed, the Mutated Scorpion reacted more violently, its sharp tail stinger carving haunting arcs through the air, as if it could tear apart any living being that dared to stand in its way. However, it was this frenzied assault that allowed Leng Fengyang and Luo Shanhe to catch a glimpse of its disrupted rhythm.
In that instant, Luo Shanhe's gaze sharpened. He decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot through the night like lightning, heading straight for the Mutated Scorpion's head. Yet, this cunning creature seemed to sense danger; it flicked its tail with incredible speed, narrowly evading the deadly shot. This movement created an opportunity for Leng Fengyang.
Leng Fengyang surged forward like a rocket ignited in an instant, his speed and power astonishingly surpassing human limits. His movements were fluid and precise, every detail revealing years of accumulated training. In that moment, he was no longer an ordinary warrior but had transformed into a poised leopard ready to strike, launching a lethal attack against the ferocious Mutated Scorpion.
The Rebar in his hand glinted coldly under the moonlight; it was not just a weapon but an extension of Leng Fengyang's beliefs and will. As he swung his arm, the Rebar sliced through the air with a howling wind, carrying both a challenge to his enemy and confidence in his own strength. The trajectory of the Rebar resembled a silver lightning bolt aimed at the scorpion's flank—the most vulnerable and defenseless spot proven through countless life-and-death encounters.
Bang! A dull yet shocking impact echoed through the silence as if shaking the entire mine. This strike condensed all of Leng Fengyang's strength and wisdom as a Grave Hunter; it was not merely a release of power but also an ultimate pursuit of precision and skill.
The Rebar struck true, and in that moment, time seemed to freeze; all sounds and movements halted. The massive body of the Mutated Scorpion trembled violently from the blow, nearly losing its balance. Immediately after, a shrill and desperate wail erupted from its mouth, filled with pain and unwillingness—as if announcing to the world that its end had come.
It struggled, attempting one last counterattack with its razor-sharp tail stinger. Yet Leng Fengyang's assault had utterly shattered its will to fight; now it was merely a spent force with no hope of recovery.
Leng Fengyang offered no respite; he knew well that in such life-and-death battles, even a moment's hesitation could lead to fatal consequences. Gripping the Rebar tightly, his eyes burned with intensity as he continued searching for his next target point, preparing to deliver the final blow to this Mutated Scorpion.
At that moment, the Mutated Scorpion resembled a beast cornered by hunters, emitting helpless wails as it awaited its ultimate judgment by fate.
This place is truly terrifying; I don't want to stay here for even a minute. Witnessing the massive scorpion crash to the ground, Luo Shanhe's initial wariness lessened slightly, only to be replaced by deeper concerns. He realized that this dark, deep, and pitch-black mine harbored dangers far beyond the ordinary centipedes and scorpions.
The creatures here had quietly undergone horrifying anomalies, and mutation was synonymous with unpredictability and danger, making it hard to grasp and sending chills down one's spine. Although this mine was illegally excavated, there must be other exits for survival.
Leng Fengyang's words were like a faint yet steadfast lighthouse, illuminating the complex emotions of uncertainty and danger within the three of them. They exchanged encouraging glances before pressing against the cold stone walls of the mine, continuing to explore in the darkness.
Luo Shanhe's fingers glided gently over the icy stone wall; the texture was both rough and carried an imperceptible peculiarity. His heart raced involuntarily as a strange intuition told him that something might be hidden here. Just as he was about to give up searching, his fingertips suddenly brushed against a small protrusion that seemed out of place against the surrounding stone wall, carrying a hint of an unnoticed chill.
"A-Feng, it seems like there's something here!" Luo Shanhe whispered in surprise. Though his voice was soft, it was enough to make Leng Fengyang and A Yan tense up instantly.
They quickly gathered closer, holding their breath as they stared at the spot Luo Shanhe indicated. Under the dim light of their flashlight, the protrusion appeared particularly conspicuous, as if it were part of an ancient mechanism, quietly waiting to be awakened.
Leng Fengyang took a deep breath and slowly reached out his hand, lightly placing his fingertip on the protrusion. An ancient and heavy aura seemed to seep from the stone wall, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Carefully and almost cautiously, he pressed down.
At that moment, it felt as if the entire mine had come to a standstill; time seemed frozen, leaving only their hurried breaths and the distant sound of dripping water echoing softly. Suddenly, a faint cracking sound shattered the silence. Following that, one side of the stone wall slowly slid open, revealing a concealed entrance.
However, this was not the exit they had hoped for but rather the prelude to a trap. As the entrance opened, a wave of acrid poison gas surged forth from within, accompanied by whistling sounds as several small hidden weapons shot out towards them.
As the dark entrance gradually opened, suffocating poison gas burst forth like a wild beast, instantly filling the surrounding air with its pungent odor that made them instinctively cover their noses and step back. Immediately after, a series of sharp whistling sounds filled the air like whispers from death itself in the dark night, foretelling misfortune.
In that critical moment, several tiny hidden weapons—indiscernible to the naked eye—shot out like black lightning under the cover of poison gas, targeting the unsuspecting trio directly.
"Get down!" Leng Fengyang shouted fiercely. Relying on years of keen intuition as a Grave Hunter, he instantly discerned the source of danger. With a sudden burst of strength, he pushed Luo Shanhe aside while tightly holding onto A Yan and rolled toward a concealed corner against the stone wall to evade.
Just as they narrowly avoided the deadly trap, an ominous aura began to spread around them.
Oh no, the dart launch point is still emitting toxic gas!
Leng Fengyang felt a chill run down his spine, instantly realizing the urgency of the situation. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly removed his outer coat and deftly tore it into strips, distributing them to A Yan and Luo Shanhe. His tone was firm and brooked no argument: "Quick, cover your mouths and noses with these cloth strips. We need to leave here immediately; this gas is serious!"
The three followed his instructions, holding their breath and focusing intently as they quickened their pace, desperately fleeing deeper into the mine while the toxic mist pursued them.
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