378: Desperate Soul Chaser

At this moment, Heaven-Shaking Slave was indeed struggling to fight two opponents at once.

This was something he had not anticipated at all.

He had originally thought these two were just trying to gain fame by ganging up on him.

But their individual real combat skills were truly top-tier.

Of course, Heaven-Shaking Slave was not cowardly.

He just felt he was at a disadvantage.

“I need a weapon, anything will do.”

Heaven-Shaking Slave muttered to himself.

Within the North Mansion, not only were everyone’s strengths suppressed to the level of ordinary people, but even Storage Rings couldn’t be opened.

At the same time, Heaven-Shaking Slave was also quite curious about Zhuang Bifan’s mirror.

That mirror seemed to be used for storage, but it could still be opened!

“Very good, once I kill you two, the mask and mirror that can transform into an Otherworldly Being will be mine!”

Thinking of such a reward, Heaven-Shaking Slave was full of fighting spirit.

He ran ahead, searching for a suitable weapon.

Unconsciously, Heaven-Shaking Slave didn't know where he had run to; rain lines fell from the sky, and white mist rolled all around.

Behind him, Zhuang Bifan and Shen Bei clung tightly to Heaven-Shaking Slave’s retreating figure.

Zhuang Bifan’s physical condition was at its Peak, so he ran faster than Shen Bei.

After all, Shen Bei had been through a fierce battle, and his physical energy had severely declined.

The three formed a straight line and plunged into the white mist.

Gradually, Shen Bei fell further and further behind.

Eventually, he completely lost sight of Heaven-Shaking Slave and Zhuang Bifan.

“Damn it!”

Shen Bei spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted, “Be careful!”

Despite the warning, Shen Bei added, “Don’t let him get away! Otherwise, it’ll be trouble!”

If Heaven-Shaking Slave really managed to escape the North Mansion and regain his Martial God strength, then the two of them would be completely trapped inside the North Mansion, afraid to leave.

Once they went out, they would be instantly killed!

The two had no retreat; their only way out was to kill Heaven-Shaking Slave!

Shen Bei widened his eyes, trying to broaden his field of vision.

He surveyed the surrounding environment.

It seemed they had run into a valley.

According to the current route, Heaven-Shaking Slave should be running towards the mountaintop.

Shen Bei couldn’t find an easy rock face to climb, so he had to step on branches and uneven rock surfaces, climbing straight towards the mountaintop.

With dense raindrops drenching his back and accumulated water from above cascading down the rock face beneath his abdomen, Shen Bei gritted his teeth, clenching them audibly. He persisted, climbing three steps and sliding down two, finally reaching the Peak.

A large valley, shaped like a basin, was lush with plants, and ethereal, wandering mist, like it had fallen down after exhaustion, seemed unable to rise again.

“The North Mansion is truly enormous!”

Shen Bei exclaimed.

To shorten the distance, Shen Bei had to cut straight through the basin valley to quickly approach Heaven-Shaking Slave.

As Shen Bei ran down the steep valley slope, he felt his knees jarring awkwardly.

Suddenly, he felt his foot step into empty space, as if he was falling from a cliff.

Fortunately, Shen Bei’s other foot had not yet lifted, allowing him to suddenly exert force and leap forward at the moment of falling, like an agile monkey. He propelled his Physical Body upwards, his hands grabbing onto swaying branches with a rustle, suspending his body, which was about to fall, in mid-air.

Shen Bei quickly looked down at the mist-shrouded ground below. Just as he was about to let go and jump back onto the valley wall’s incline, his heart gave a sudden lurch backward, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Below his feet, suspended in the air, was not the two or three meters from the ground rocks that Shen Bei had imagined, but rather an abyss of ten thousand feet.

Due to his eagerness to catch up with Zhuang Bifan, Shen Bei was truly afraid that this guy would be killed by Heaven-Shaking Slave, which would be a huge loss.

Although Shen Bei had also killed many Otherworldly Beings, how could Zhuang Bifan’s status compare to these Otherworldly Beings?

But at the same time, due to his lack of understanding of the terrain, Shen Bei almost stepped off a sheer cliff face, hidden by branches and mist.

Before the fear on his spine had subsided, Shen Bei quickly pulled himself up, climbing into the large tree canopy.

If the branch in his hand broke now, all the bones in Shen Bei’s body would break just like it.

When he reached a thick part of the tree trunk, Shen Bei’s fright finally calmed slightly. He took off the rope hanging from his waist; this was the rope left over from when he had tied up Gu Jiu, which Shen Bei hadn’t discarded, thinking it might be useful if he could capture Heaven-Shaking Slave alive.

Now, he hadn’t gotten Heaven-Shaking Slave, but he was using it here first.

Shen Bei crossed his long knives, using the rope as a stick to form a hook. A rope hook was thus made.

He threw it vigorously to the outside of the tree canopy.

The heavy double knives, with a whoosh, pulled the rope in his hand and fell endlessly.

Shen Bei uttered a confused “Hmm.”

His heart was even more terrified. This rope was at least fifty meters long, and when Shen Bei shook it with his hand, he could still feel the swing of the hook, which indicated that the hook was still suspended in mid-air and had not touched the bottom.

By this point, Shen Bei finally understood completely that this expanse of large tree canopies, surging up like blooming flowers, had a bottomless feeling.

Quickly reeling in the rope, Shen Bei’s mind raced, contemplating other ways to proceed. The surrounding Wang Tian Trees generally stood over sixty meters tall, and the tallest section of the valley might have already exceeded eighty meters.

In a trance, Shen Bei felt as if he had fallen into a plant kingdom, and this was the first time in his life he had felt that plants could also bring fear.

After a moment of thought, he gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and swung the mountain-hooking rope in his hand, running towards an adjacent large tree canopy.

Because these branches were full of water and the wood was relatively brittle and tender, Shen Bei didn’t dare to truly act like a lemur, directly spreading his limbs and pouncing upwards.

After the rope caught an adjacent large tree canopy about fifteen meters away, Shen Bei pulled it a few times. Feeling that the tension was stable and strong, he then pulled on the rope with both hands and swung across.

The pervasive mist made Shen Bei’s forehead wet, and he only felt the wind whistling past his ears, and the blood in his spine began to flow backward.

If he could see the depth below his feet, he wouldn’t be afraid, but precisely this kind of high altitude, where the ground seemed to be only two or three meters below but was actually sixty or seventy meters deep, was even more chilling.

Shen Bei pulled on the hooked rope, swinging from tree to tree, from canopy to canopy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as he moved forward.

When he felt he was about to reach the middle of the basin valley, a cableway vaguely appeared in front of him.

In this misty, rain-drenched plant world, seeing a cableway similar to a spiral staircase gave him a fleeting feeling of being in a heavenly realm.

Using the swing of the mountain-hooking rope, Shen Bei quickly swung to the cableway, which was made of hemp rope netting and wooden planks, elevated between the trees.

This cableway was at least fifty meters above the valley floor, extending in an S-wave shape towards the south side of the valley. Shen Bei couldn’t yet clearly see where it led.

Because at this time, visibility was only about twenty meters at most.

However, walking along the cableway on the Wang Tian Trees was indeed much faster than swinging like Tarzan, but it also came with risks.

Because this cableway was ancient, it looked like it had been abandoned for many years, covered in bird droppings and crawling insects. Many of the wooden planks laid beneath the hemp rope netting had large and small holes gnawed by rats.

Shen Bei held the rope in his hand, so that in case of a sudden accident, he could throw the iron hook to save himself.

Against the damp, cold mountain wind and mist, Shen Bei carefully and cautiously held onto the cableway, lightly jogging forward.

On both sides of his ears, the rain still rustled, a cacophony that seemed to fill the world, like the sizzling sound of green onions being dropped into hot oil in a stir-fry.

After a few steps, Shen Bei felt that the swaying of the cableway beneath his feet was not caused by himself.

“Found it!”

Shen Bei was overjoyed.