The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

What kind of evil method is this?

Did it grow eyes on its back? Or is there some other hidden mechanism in the yard?

The monster's not-so-bright dog brain was working at lightning speed.

He sniffed, filtering the energy fluctuations in the air once more.

It's definitely not strong.

Although that attack was fast, judging from the force attached to the broken blade, this person's strength definitely had not broken through to the Lord level.

He immediately snorted coldly, "You think I'll just stay still because you tell me to?"

Who do you think you are?!

"I survived mountains of corpses and seas of blood to get here, and I survived being chased for over a hundred kilometers by a bunch of crazy humans. Do you think I'd be scared by a blacksmith like you?"

The monster cursed inwardly.

bluff.

It must be some kind of automatic defense device set up by a master!

As long as I'm fast enough, I can just use my explosive power to crush this weakling who doesn't even dare to turn his head back, and he definitely won't be able to react in time!

The starving monster slowly abandoned its caution.

Instead of retreating, he pushed off the ground with his hind legs, preparing to leap into the air and launch a fatal attack from a blind spot above.

But the thought had barely crossed my mind when I made that comment.

hum!

A second whooshing sound rang out.

This time, it didn't fly out of the junkyard, but suddenly burst out from right beside that human's feet!

The speed is twice as fast as before!

There was still no movement of raising its hand, no sign of energy accumulation. The broken half of the blade seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, slicing straight towards the monster at an extremely tricky and vicious angle.

His sparse, grayish hair stood on end instantly!

Danger!

Extreme danger signals are screaming wildly in the cerebral cortex!

The monster had no time to think; its body was completely controlled by its biological instinct for survival.

His body reacted faster than his brain. His right leg, which was originally preparing to lunge forward, suddenly twisted and changed direction in mid-air, instinctively lifting up sharply!

A sharp, teeth-grinding dislocation sound came from his waist and hips.

Almost at the same time.

The broken blade grazed the flesh at the base of its thigh, carrying a chilling sense of death, and flashed by.

That cold, sharp sensation, even through the skin, stung its most vulnerable nerves.

It could clearly feel the rust on the blade scraping against two of its hairs, making a faint hissing sound.

puff.

The broken blade was deeply embedded in the hard brick wall behind it, completely disappearing into the wall, leaving only a flat black hole on the outside.

The surroundings seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Apart from the occasional crackling sound of the charcoal in the furnace and the very rhythmic clanging of blacksmiths in front of me.

Ding-dong!

Qian Hua did not turn around, and his body swayed without changing at all.

The monster broke out in a cold sweat.

Large, murky beads of sweat streamed down its face, dripping into its eyes and stinging painfully, but it didn't even dare to blink.

He was in an extremely bizarre and humiliating posture at that moment.

The right leg is raised high, resembling a golden rooster standing on one leg.

The joints in my lower back are still aching slightly.

He slowly, very slowly, lowered his head and glanced at his lower body.

The cold wind that almost brushed past my skin still lingers on my inner thigh.

A very shallow line of blood was drawn on the skin at the groin, with a trace of bright red seeping out.

Move it up another half inch, even if it's only a distance as thick as a fingernail.

Gudong.

He swallowed hard a mouthful of saliva mixed with the taste of blood.

My mind was buzzing, with only one thought swirling wildly within me.

Your mother's kiss.

Almost.

It was just a tiny bit off.

If it were even a centimeter off, I'd have QQ uninstalled!

Who the hell is this person?!

The monster's breathing stopped completely; he finally understood.

This is not a trap or mechanism at all; it is pure mental manipulation!

Moreover, it's an abnormally precise manipulation that has reached the extreme!

How could a human who hasn't even reached the lord level materialize his mental power to this extent?

How can someone be able to multitask while fully concentrating on forging a weapon? What level of mental strength does that require?!

"No, no, no! I must be still asleep, I must be dreaming!"

"Yes, that must be it. As long as I close my eyes and then open them again, everything will return to normal."

Thinking of this, the monster immediately closed its eyes.

Three seconds later, it opened its eyes again.

Everything around remained unchanged.

"..."

Sweat dripped from the monster's nose and splattered into the mud at its feet.

"Damn it, God! This joke isn't funny at all!"

Maintaining the one-legged stance is extremely strenuous, especially for a mutated creature that has been on a long escape and whose energy is nearly depleted.

He felt the muscles in his right leg begin to twitch uncontrollably, and a sharp, stabbing pain emanated from between his bones.

"We can't stay here. This blacksmithing technique is too strange. We can't even see how he strikes. If we stay any longer, we'll surely die."

The monster was quickly calculating in its mind.

The yard full of lord-level corpses was frightening, but they were, after all, inanimate objects.

The living person in front of him, with his back to him, made him feel a real threat of death.

Retreat.

Leave immediately.

The monster held its breath, trying to slowly shift its weight onto its left leg.

The right claw, which was suspended in mid-air, retracted less than a centimeter behind it, almost imperceptibly.

Just this one centimeter.

呲la.

A very soft, faint sound.

A sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through my left forearm.

The monster dared not make the slightest move, and immediately lowered its eyes, watching helplessly as a three-inch-long gash appeared on its tough skin without warning.

Fresh blood gushed out, dripping onto the ground.

There was nothing around, yet a laceration appeared out of nowhere.

The monster's hair stood on end in an instant, and its heart felt as if it had been squeezed hard, almost stopping abruptly.

Dangerous alarm bells were ringing wildly deep within my brain.

He froze completely, even suppressing the twitching muscles in his thighs with his powerful willpower.

They dared not make the slightest move.

He even forced himself to hold back the blinking motion.

I was afraid that the slightest disturbance to the air caused by opening and closing my eyelids would bring about another inexplicable cut.

"What kind of crazy trick is this?"

The monster roared madly in its mind.

His gaze was fixed on the back of the figure in front of him who was concentrating on swinging the hammer, and then he looked around but could not find the source of the attack at all.

He slowly and with extreme restraint closed his eyelids, slowed the breathing rate of his nasal cavity and lungs, and reduced his energy perception as a high-level mutant to the limit.

In the darkness, the world gradually becomes clearer.

When he saw everything around him clearly, his heart clenched.

Around his body, countless tiny threads, invisible to the naked eye, floated in the air.

These threads are all composed of extremely pure and highly concentrated spiritual energy.

These threads intertwine and interweave, forming a three-dimensional net so intricate it's mind-boggling.

He himself was the prey caught in the middle of the net.

So he just slightly adjusted his center of gravity, and the flesh of his left arm just happened to brush against one of the floating spiritual energy threads.

In just a moment, I was cut.