Xiaoman was exhausted and stumbled forward.
The slideshow of the past kept flashing through his mind, and his eyes instantly hardened. "No matter what, I must live."
With a loud shout, he wielded the Bloodthirsty Sword in one hand and the Ancient Sword in the other, spinning as he charged inwards.
The diggers kept falling, but no breach appeared.
A deep despair flashed in Xiaoman's eyes, "There's only one strike left. If we can't break through, we can only wait to die."
A strong will to survive filled his heart, his clothes instantly billowed, his hair moved without wind, and an aura of domineering, violent, and righteousness surged outwards.
The moment it comes into contact with it, the burrower is frozen in place.
Boom!
The diggers kept falling down.
Xiaoman dragged her heavy steps, crouched down, and rushed into the withered forest.
The nearby earth-drilling creatures wanted to give chase but dared not, and cried out in frustration.
Upon hearing the shout, the chieftain of the Rotten Tribe's face turned grim, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Surround all entrances and exits of the Withered Forest! Send one person every two hundred meters! If she dares to come out, kill her with me! Kill her!"
The tribesmen trembled and immediately dispersed, and the surrounding area was sealed off.
On the other side.
Xiaoman felt dizzy and rushed to a giant dead tree. She could no longer hold on and knelt on the ground.
He shook his head vigorously. "I can't sleep, I can't sleep."
With great effort, he pulled out the recovery pills that Xue Lang had given him and swallowed them.
Having regained some strength and no longer feeling sleepy, I slowly stood up straight and warily scanned the area around the table.
The surrounding area was filled with signs of decay, with smaller dead trees gradually rotting and wood chips scattered everywhere.
My gaze shifted and I saw many black, lumpy objects that at first glance looked a lot like black fungus from Earth.
Xiaoman, however, cautiously gripped the Bloodthirsty Sword, constantly scanning the surroundings.
As time went by, his strength recovered to more than 30%, and he was finally able to relax a little.
"The fact that even the Rotten Tribe dares not enter shows that something terrifying is hidden inside."
Images of what I saw in the forest kept flashing through my mind, finally settling on a giant, withered tree in the distance.
"I'm far away from it, so I shouldn't be in danger." Xiaoman swallowed a pill that would increase her recovery speed. "Once I've recovered my strength, I'll leave this eerie forest."
Meanwhile, beneath that patch of black fungus, two large eyes opened, scrutinizing Xiaoman with great interest.
It shares the same aura as the surrounding area and is hidden beneath the black fungus, making it virtually impossible to discover.
Although Xiaoman couldn't sense it, the instinct of a high-level assassin told her that she was being watched.
Without making a sound, observe the surroundings out of the corner of your eye.
Soon, the eyes inside the black fungus were spotted.
Xiaoman was startled, but she didn't show it and focused on recovering.
A few minutes later, his strength recovered to 6.5%.
The owner of those eyes could wait no longer and rushed out.
The moment it moved, a thick aura of death filled the surroundings.
"No wonder the Rotten Tribe didn't dare to pursue them; something strange is going on inside." He frowned slightly, on high alert.
A pair of large eyes drew near, radiating a suffocating aura of death. "Come down and stay with me."
Like a voice from the depths of hell, it sent chills down your spine and made you break out in a cold sweat.
Xiaoman kept backing away, carefully observing the creature in front of her. "I thought it was wood ear fungus growing on the ground, who would have thought it was its hair?"
"What good will it do to know?" The enormous, ugly, and evil creature pointed forward with its withered branch. "Become my nourishment!"
The withered branches rushed forward rapidly, pulling the vines on the ground, attacking from all directions without any blind spots.
Xiaoman looked serious and kept backing away.
Just as they were about to escape, a voice came from behind them: "We absolutely cannot let her get away."
"These annoying, rotten tribes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant idea flashed through his mind, and his furrowed brows instantly relaxed, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Change direction rapidly and move sideways as soon as you reach the edge of the withered forest.
In this way, the nimble vine attacks landed on the people of the Rotten Tribe.
"Ah, let go, let me go."
One of the entangled drillers was in excruciating pain and struggled frantically.
At the same time, black light shone on the vines, and his body withered away, eventually turning into a hideous dried corpse.
Xiaoman was terrified by what she saw and quickly rushed to a safe spot, her heart pounding wildly.
The withered creatures don't care whether you're an indigenous person or not; anything entangled by the vines will be sucked away and turned into a dried-up corpse.
Soon, the Rotten Tribe realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately retreated.
Xiaoman appeared before them immediately, unleashing a flurry of swift sword light.
The rotten tribe suffered countless casualties.
At that moment, countless vines fell on the dead and wounded, and their bodies withered rapidly.
Xiaoman quickly moved in another direction and repeated her trick, causing hundreds more people to suffer.
"Hurry, hurry!"
This was the first time a deserter had appeared in the Rotten Tribe, leaving everyone bewildered and unsure of what to do.
"If you don't know what to do, I'll help you decide!" Xiaoman smiled faintly, rushed to the nearest enemy, and used her inner strength to push him away.
What others saw was that they were also fleeing.
I felt a little wavering.
Xiaoman immediately increased the stakes, sending even more enemies flying backward.
Those who hesitated could no longer hold on and immediately turned and fled.
A large number of deserters appeared, and no matter how much the tribal leaders shouted, it was to no avail.
The scene descended into chaos...
This was exactly the result Xiaoman wanted. She immediately rushed to the vicinity of the Withered One and led it away from the Withered Forest little by little.
He was so engrossed in the inhalation that he didn't notice that half of his body had already left the Withered Forest.
Xiaoman smiled and deliberately dodged towards his location, gradually drawing him out.
After a long period of effort, the withered creature has appeared outside.
Suddenly, he shuddered, immediately looked around, was horrified, and wanted to run back.
"You think you can just leave now that you've come?"
The Bloodthirsty Sword hummed, and an extremely domineering sword beam blocked the retreat.
At the same time, the chieftain of the Rotten Tribe finally came to his senses. Looking at the Withered One that had appeared outside, he shouted fiercely, "Kill it, and the Withered Forest will be ours! Charge!"
The clansmen were somewhat alarmed and did not rush forward immediately.
The two elders rushed out.
With them leading the way, the tribesmen had no choice but to charge forward despite their fear.
Xiaoman exhaled a long breath of stale air and stood guard near the only way back, not giving the withered creature any chance to get close.
The skeletal cavalry and burrowers arrived at this moment and unleashed a barrage of attacks.
The Withered One truly lives up to its reputation as a king-level creature. It is not afraid at all when surrounded. As long as the Withered Vines wrap around the enemy, they can wipe out a group in an instant.
However, no matter how strong you are, you can't overcome the opponent's superior numbers.
After his strength was weakened, he no longer dared to use the power of withering casually, and searched for a place to return to.
However, Xiaoman's lingering shadows were everywhere nearby.
He was too far away to be sure which one was the real one, so he didn't dare to get close.
Xiaoman's heart finally settled, and she transmitted her voice to Elder Rotten One: "Cooperate!"
They couldn't understand the interstellar common language, but they could get the general meaning from the intonation. Hesitation flashed in their eyes as they looked at the clan leader.
After a brief exchange, the clan chief's gaze towards Xiaoman changed, and he roared incoherently for a while.
The clansmen sometimes nodded, sometimes shook their heads.
Finally, they nodded in unison and rushed toward the withered one.
Gesture: Kill him first, we'll settle our score later.
Gesture: Okay!
Xiaoman's condition had not fully recovered, so she used this time of defense to slowly recover in preparation for the subsequent battle.
The people of the Rotten Tribe, unaware of her thoughts, were launching a fierce attack on the Withered Ones.
"Do you think you can kill me like this?" (Indigenous language)
The attackers were immediately alarmed and created distance between themselves.
Countless withered vines burst forth from the ground, rapidly radiating outwards, and anyone touched by them would die instantly.
Xiaoman looked on in horror, "What a terrifying withered creature."
They sped up the recovery process, scanning their surroundings warily.
The rotten tribe chieftain's face turned ashen, his anger rising to his head. "Go all out and kill him!"
The skeletal cavalry pulled out the net again and threw it at the vines.
I don't know what this thing is made of, but it's actually immune to the power of withering and has imprisoned a lot of vines.
The burrower burst out of the ground and began slashing wildly.
After three times, the arms of the person wielding the weapon gradually withered and fell off.
But they didn't stop; they switched to attacking with their feet.
After its feet withered, it rammed its head and its body against the ground.
Until it is completely reduced to a pile of dust.
Xiaoman gasped, "Thank goodness they never treated me like this before." Cold sweat streamed down her temples. "What a relief, what a relief!"
The Rotting Tribe's attacks became increasingly fierce, resorting to any means and at any cost as long as they could attack the vines.
Boom!
A vine broke.
Immediately afterwards, more vines exploded, and the power of the withered ones rapidly diminished.
"He's about to die, give it your all!"
The clan leader personally rushed forward, wildly wielding his bone knife and unleashing countless blade beams.
The powerful figures around him also followed his example and launched a frenzied attack.
A deep fear flashed in the withered man's eyes as he shouted, "She's just an outsider; we're the natives. We should join forces to kill her, not kill each other."
"Bullshit!" the elder roared in fury. "You're even more hateful than him."
He turned around quickly, shouting, "Fellow tribesmen, give it your all and kill him!"
More members of the rotten tribe rushed up.
"Since you insist on forcing me, I have no reason to hold back."
With a roar, all the afterimages Xiaoman created shattered, and the withered trees at the edge of the Withered Forest stirred.
A few seconds later, they all stood up and moved outwards.
Despite their slow speed, the ground trembles with each movement, causing many diggers to lose their balance and fall.
The ground below became unusually soft, and their bodies sank in.
Multiple roots entangled it and pulled it underground.
"A withered army?" The clan chief stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. "Back off, back off!"
Xiaoman was also influenced by them, and kept increasing the distance, thus clearing the way into the Withered Forest.
The withered one didn't even glance at them, and charged straight into the rotten tribe, wreaking havoc.
"None of you will live!"
The angry roar carried far, filling the hearts of the rotten tribe with deep fear, causing them to retreat continuously.
As soon as they retreated, Xiaoman was exposed to the withered army and was besieged.
He dodged several times and rushed onto the path leading into the Withered Forest, charging in without looking back.
Suddenly, the nearby dead trees stood up in unison, charging towards them...
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