bullyxtreme Chapter 157 Successful Escape
Chapter 157 Successful Escape
Holding the ancient Ganoderma lucidum, Zhang Yifan faced the onslaught of attacks from all directions. Though his heart was filled with trepidation, his eyes shone with unwavering determination. He knew that if he hesitated even slightly at this moment, he would be doomed, not only risking his own life but also losing the hard-won ancient Ganoderma lucidum to someone else.
He quickly scanned his surroundings for enemies. These cultivators and rogue cultivators all had eyes burning with anger and greed, their magical artifacts gleaming, eager to tear Zhang Yifan to pieces and reclaim the extremely precious ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Zhang Yifan took a deep breath, his Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul power surging wildly within him, preparing to face this life-or-death challenge.
He unleashed the Profound Clarity Sword Technique, his longsword surging forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly unleashing several sharp sword energies that swept towards the enemies charging most fiercely ahead. The sword energies whistled past, carrying powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy; wherever they passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, hissing loudly. Sensing the danger, the enemies hurriedly cast defensive spells or raised their magical treasures to block. But Zhang Yifan's attack was a full-force strike; how could they be so easily parried?
Suddenly, several piercing screams echoed through the sky! The enemies at the forefront were struck by a barrage of attacks, as if caught in a violent storm, their bodies flying backward in a pathetic fashion.
With a series of dull thuds, the enemies crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust. Crimson blood gushed from their mouths, like blood-red flowers blooming in the dust, a horrifying sight. Each was severely wounded, some with bones exposed, a truly gruesome scene. Their once ferocious aura vanished in an instant, replaced by faces contorted with pain and despair.
This astonishing scene caused the charging enemy to halt in their tracks. A deep sense of fear flickered in their eyes; their previous fearless, death-defying courage seemed to vanish in an instant. The atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became heavy. Everyone stared blankly at their comrades lying on the ground, groaning in pain, wondering to themselves: What kind of terrifying power is this? How could it so easily inflict such severe injuries?
Seizing this brief opening, Zhang Yifan vanished like a ghost, disappearing into the depths of the forest. His speed was incredible; his feet barely touched the ground, kicking up a leaf, and he vanished from sight in an instant. However, these enemies were not about to give up so easily. After a brief pause, they all used their movement techniques to chase after Zhang Yifan in the direction he had fled.
As Zhang Yifan ran, he kept an eye on his back. He heard the footsteps and shouts of his pursuers, knowing he wasn't completely out of danger. He was deep in the Misty Forest, surrounded by fog that obstructed his vision. While this hindered his escape, it also provided cover.
A quick thought struck him. He deliberately slowed his pace, simultaneously channeling his spiritual energy to create subtle sounds around him, feigning that he was fleeing in one direction. Then, he turned and stealthily moved in another. Sure enough, most of his enemies were deceived by his illusion and chased after him in the wrong direction. Only a few more astute enemies noticed the anomaly and continued tracking Zhang Yifan's true destination.
Facing the persistent pursuers behind him, Zhang Yifan was on edge, not daring to relax or be careless in the slightest.
He sprinted forward like an antelope being chased by a hungry wolf, each step requiring all his strength, kicking up a cloud of dust. Even so, he didn't forget to constantly monitor the distance between himself and the enemies behind him. As he ran, he would occasionally glance back, using the corner of his eye to scan the relentless pursuers, while his mind raced, desperately searching for a strategy to shake them off.
Just then, Zhang Yifan's gaze suddenly caught sight of a scene not far ahead—there was a rushing stream! The water surged ceaselessly, making a clear and melodious babbling sound. A thin layer of mist hung over the surface of the water, dreamlike and ethereal, giving people a mysterious yet dangerous feeling.
The moment Zhang Yifan saw the stream, a bold plan flashed into his mind. He took a deep breath, quickened his pace, and rushed towards the stream bank like a gust of wind. When he reached the edge, he didn't hesitate for a moment, leaping into the icy water like a cannonball.
In an instant, the icy stream, like a swarm of hungry venomous snakes, frantically gnawed at his body. The bone-chilling cold made him shiver involuntarily, and his body trembled slightly from the extreme discomfort. But Zhang Yifan knew that there was no room for retreat at this moment. He gritted his teeth and, with his strong willpower, forcibly endured the pain brought by the cold.
At the same time, he cleverly used the force of the water flow to quickly drift downstream. Once in the water, Zhang Yifan didn't remain idle. Before his enemies could react, he swiftly cast a spell to conceal his presence. As he chanted the incantation, an invisible force surged from his body, completely masking the fluctuations of his spiritual energy, making them virtually imperceptible. In this way, even if his enemies caught up to the stream, they would have little chance of noticing that he had already jumped into the water and drifted downstream.
The pursuers reached the stream, gazing at the rushing water with hesitation. They looked around, trying to find Zhang Yifan, but in the misty environment, and with Zhang Yifan concealing his presence, they were at a loss. After much deliberation, they finally abandoned the pursuit and turned to walk out of the forest.
Zhang Yifan swam downstream until he was certain the enemy had completely given up the pursuit, then carefully climbed ashore. He was soaking wet and shivering with cold, but a relieved smile appeared on his face. After overcoming numerous hardships, he had finally managed to escape the enemy's encirclement and escape safely with the ancient Ganoderma lucidum.
He found a secluded cave, crawled inside, started a fire, dried his clothes, and began to examine his injuries. Fortunately, he hadn't suffered any serious injuries in the chaos of battle and escape; only some superficial wounds and minor depletion of his spiritual energy. He circulated his spiritual energy to heal and restore his strength.
Once his body had fully recovered, Zhang Yifan took out the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from his storage treasure and examined it carefully. The Ganoderma lucidum still emitted a soft yet powerful spiritual light, each line seemingly containing boundless vitality. He was filled with emotion; after countless hardships, he had finally obtained this crucial medicinal ingredient. Next, he only needed to gather the remaining ingredients to refine the Seven Treasures Rejuvenation Pill and save his loved ones.
With this in mind, Zhang Yifan carefully put the Ganoderma lucidum away, left the cave, determined his direction, and embarked on a new journey. He knew that the road ahead would still be full of hardships, but as long as he held onto his beliefs, there were no difficulties he could not overcome.