Top kept tugging at its feet, and now, looking at the approaching giant centipede, it could only bare its teeth and hiss threateningly at it.

I'm seeing this and I'm really worried, even though we're only two meters apart.

Now, those two meters seem to have become an insurmountable chasm.

I raised my crossbow, intending to shoot the giant centipede, but its head was directly in front of Top, and Top's body blocked my view of the arrow.

Having no other option, I aimed at the giant centipede's body, which was further away, and pulled the trigger of the Xuan Blade.

"Whoosh!"

Another whooshing sound came, and the giant centipede that was about to pounce on Top suddenly felt a sharp pain in its body.

It was this excruciating pain that saved Top's life. The giant centipede couldn't bear it any longer and quickly turned its massive body to pull out the body that had been immobilized by the crossbow bolt.

The enormous pincers, like hydraulic clamps, easily snapped the crossbow bolt I fired. At that moment, the wounded giant centipede tried to twist its body to attack me.

However, it didn't realize that it was already on the red plants and couldn't move away.

So it simply set its sights on Top, raising its upper body like a cobra, its fangs already outstretched as it lunged at Top.

Top's eyes were filled with despair as he faced the giant centipede lunging at him.

"Top!"

I yelled, my heart pounding with anxiety, like water droplets dancing on a red-hot iron plate.

At this critical moment, Pat, who had been attached to the young native, broke free of his restraints. After a sharp eagle's cry, he dragged his injured body, still in pain, towards the centipede that was about to attack Top.

With a burst of speed, Pat's claws were already aimed at the gaps in the giant centipede's scale-like armor.

With a crackling sound, Pat's claws pierced straight in.

The pain from those claws piercing me was far worse than the pain from my arrow earlier.

The scales of this giant centipede are just like the fingernails on our hands. Imagine what it would feel like to have a knife stuck in your fingernail. Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

But that wasn't all. Pat pressed one claw onto the giant centipede's body, and then used the other claw to pull it upwards.

The process was like pulling a fingernail off at a 90-degree angle; it made me grimace and my fingers tremble.

Although Pat and Top are always fighting, when it comes to a real crisis, Pat always uses the ruthlessest methods to deal with anyone who dares to threaten Top's safety.

The same was true of the previous golden python, and the same is true of this giant centipede.

The excruciating pain of having its scales forcibly ripped off caused the giant centipede to finally break down. It twisted its body and swung it left and right, trying to throw the creature on its body off.

However, Pat still had one claw firmly embedded in the giant centipede's flesh. Just as it began to shake, Pat plunged its other claw, which had been stripped of its scales, deep into the giant centipede's body.

Another wave of excruciating pain struck, this time feeling as if a curved fishhook had been used to pierce through the tender flesh where fingernails had been forcibly pulled out. Only the giant centipede at that moment could probably understand that feeling and sensation.

Just then, a centipede next to me pounced on me. I didn't have time to fire my crossbow, so I could only draw the spear from my back.

The triangular spearhead pierced fiercely against the giant centipede's attacking claws.

This time, the spear pierced its mouth, but did not go deeper. At this moment, the spearhead was firmly bitten by its huge pincers and could not go any further.

Seeing that I was at a stalemate, the young indigenous man next to me immediately swung his Nepalese machete at the head of the giant centipede.

The chopping power of this recurve knife is already very strong, and now it is being used by a young native whose physical fitness is far superior to mine.

With a single stroke, he cleanly severed the giant centipede's scales and head. As soon as the centipede's head hit the ground, its tentacles twitched a few times before it stopped moving.

At that moment, I felt two dark figures attack from behind the young native. I immediately shouted.

"Duck down!"

Although the young indigenous man didn't understand what I was saying, he could guess that something unusual must have happened behind him.

He immediately bent down and lowered his head towards me, and I didn't hesitate. I forcefully swept the spear across, smashing aside a giant centipede that pounced on the young native, and then pulled the spear back to gather strength and thrust it at the jaws of another giant centipede that pounced on me.

This time, the spot where I stabbed had no scales to protect it, and the giant centipede couldn't bite me again. Immediately, the sharp spearhead pierced deep into the giant centipede's brain.

With a single stab, the giant centipede's nerves were likely severed, and it immediately went limp and fell heavily to the ground.

At that moment, the other giant centipede that I had smashed had recovered and pounced on the young native's body again.

With the centipede on guard, the giant centipede had no chance to ambush the young native. The young native reacted extremely quickly; as the giant centipede lunged, he had already dodged to the side, simultaneously slashing diagonally with his machete.

It still only took the giant centipede's life with a single cut; only these natives could achieve such formidable physical strength.

I've killed one with a crossbow, one with a spear, and two with a knife by the young natives. Now, only the last giant centipede that attacked Top remains.

This one also suffered the worst death among the five, as its feet were firmly stuck together, preventing it from even escaping.

Large chunks of flesh had been torn apart by Pat with his beak and claws, and the internal organs inside had been pulled out in handfuls as if they were garbage.

This is what they mean by "skinning and pulling out tendons"—it's nothing more than this.

Finally, even the giant centipede couldn't withstand the force; its massive body crashed to the ground, utterly losing its life.

Now that the threat was over, we quickly started cutting the red weeds that were stuck to our feet. It took some time, but thankfully we managed to free everyone.

To prevent these troublesome plants from sticking to our feet, we brought over a lot of dry leaves and laid them on top of the plants.

This thick layer of leaves can protect us well, preventing us from being bothered by this strong slime.

This place is truly dangerous; if you're not careful, even the path you're walking on can become unsafe.

We walked for a while longer, and then we saw the path we had taken down the mountain again. Everyone was thrilled; now, if we could just climb out of this sinkhole, we would be completely saved!

It's probably not too early now, and we've wasted quite a bit of time going back and forth in this sinkhole. Now that we're going home, everyone is naturally very happy.