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Chapter 111 Attack (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

While Otto was pondering this, he had already left the battlefield.

Otto was so fast that he became a blurry black shadow.

The wind whistled past his ears, swirling up the withered yellow leaves on the ground and forming a swirling vortex behind him.

In just a few breaths, the deafening shouts of battle, the clanging of metal, and the roar of magical explosions were left far behind, growing fainter and fainter until only the rustling of the wind through the leaves and his own heavy breathing remained.

He dared not linger for a moment, his steps still swift, each step precisely landing on protruding tree roots or hard rocks to avoid making too much noise.

However, although Otto succeeded, the price was that he completely deviated from the original route and plunged into the depths of a forest they had never set foot in before.

This forest is so ancient that it seems to have existed since the beginning of the world.

The towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, their dense branches and leaves weaving together into a pitch-black dome in the dead of night. Only a few scattered moonlights pierced through the gaps, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the scent of damp earth, the smell of decaying leaves, and a wild, untamed atmosphere of the primeval wilderness.

The ground beneath their feet became increasingly rugged, with vines and thorns coiling around the tree trunks like venomous snakes, threatening to trip any careless pedestrian at any moment.

The occasional howls of unknown wild beasts echoed from afar, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the forest.

"Brother Otto, have we...have we gone too far?"

Tessa continued to feign a pitiful appearance, loudly expressing her fears.

She raised her head and looked around timidly, her big eyes filled with unease.

"This place looks terrifying. Will we be able to find our way back?"

But Otto ignored Tessa's performance.

He slowed his pace, slightly out of breath, and cautiously looked around.

Otto's brows were furrowed, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

He could sense that the pursuers behind him had been completely shaken off, but at the same time, they were also in trouble.

The magical environment of this forest is unusually chaotic, which is clearly problematic.

"don’t worry.

""

Otto took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm.

"As long as we keep walking in the same direction, we will eventually get out of this forest."

And Micah should be able to find us soon, then we can rejoin the Dragonbreaker team.

But just then, a slight tremor suddenly came from beneath my feet.

At first, Otto thought it was his imagination, since the ground was already a bit unstable after running so fast.

But soon, the tremors became stronger and more pronounced, as if a huge beast was running underground.

The ground began to shake violently, and the ancient trees around it groaned and creaked, with countless leaves falling from the branches like raindrops.

Otto's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

[The Soul-Crossing Black Cat is telling you to jump to the right!]

Seeing this, Otto did not hesitate at all, and with Tessa in his arms, he leaped to the side.

Almost at the same instant he jumped away, the spot where he had been standing collapsed violently with a loud bang.

A huge, bottomless crack appeared in the hard ground, and black soil and gravel cascaded down like a waterfall.

Amidst the swirling dust, Otto landed steadily on the trunk of a thick, ancient tree. He shielded Tessa behind him, his right hand already gripping the sword at his waist, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, fixed intently on the collapsed ground ahead.

A new attack has begun.

"oh?

How could you dodge that?

How did you find out?

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from the shadows ahead, carrying an undisguised surprise and amusement.

As the sound rang out, a tall man slowly emerged from behind the tree.

He was nearly two meters tall, and his bronze skin gleamed strangely in the dappled moonlight, covered with crisscrossing, grotesque scars.

Some of these scars were from claws, some from swords, and some from magical burns; each one represents a life-or-death struggle.

He was shirtless, his strong muscles bulging like granite, exuding an explosive sense of power.

His face was painted with some kind of dark red pigment, depicting a twisted and eerie savage god totem. The totem looked like a giant mountain split in two, adding an even more sinister touch to his already fierce appearance.

The man held a huge bone staff in his hand. The staff appeared to be made from the root of an extremely rare iron-hearted elm tree. Its surface was covered with rough textures and exuded an ancient and decaying aura.

The top of the bone staff was inlaid with three human skulls that glowed with an eerie light. In the eye sockets of each skull burned a faint green flame, which flickered and emitted a chilling aura.

The man narrowed his eyes, looking Otto up and down as he stood on the tree trunk, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He could sense that although the magical aura emanating from the young man in front of him wasn't particularly strong, his reaction speed was exceptionally fast. If that sneak attack had been landed on an ordinary superhuman, they would probably have fallen into the crevice and been smashed into mincemeat.

"Another attacker."

Otto's heart sank, and he gripped his sword tightly.

He knew that the shaman must have had helpers, and the man in front of him was clearly one of them.

Damn!

Otto felt incredibly overwhelmed.

The magical aura emanating from the opponent surged towards me like a tidal wave. The aura was heavy, wild, and full of savagery, even stronger than when I released my full power.

Clearly, at least in terms of total magic power, the opponent has an advantage over me.

This is a powerful shaman who has at least reached the peak of the first tier, and may even have touched the threshold of the second tier grandmaster.

Worse still, due to the great distance, the Magical Ape could not discern the other party's true nature. He could only rely on his experience and intuition to carefully search for a way out.

But at that moment, the surrounding ground changed again.

Countless dark green vines burst forth from the ground like venomous snakes, writhing and coiling, hissing as they lunged madly at Otto and Tessa.

The tips of these vines were covered with sharp thorns that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, clearly indicating that they were coated with a potent poison.

Otto's eyes narrowed, and he was about to swing his sword to cut off the vines that were rushing towards him, but at that moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from beside him.

The sigh was soft, yet exceptionally clear, as if it were right next to my ear.