Chapter 1271 - 643: Rescue (Part 2)
Boss Kun thought for a moment, his face turning pale: "This mine shaft was actually expanded by those giant ants using their mouths! These ores are probably very important to them. This place is no longer safe, we should leave quickly!"
The entrance to this vein, the Mutated Lizard can’t come through, but the Mountain Anchors can, and we have to pass through that bronze hall we just encountered. The Mountain Anchors would definitely form a group and charge through. This increases their chances of survival, just like in the African savannah where herbivores migrate, crossing rivers teeming with crocodiles in large groups, so the survival chance of each individual is much higher.
The more alert ones have already realized this, their hearts chilled, and despite their fatigue, they push off the walls to stand and say: "We must leave now!" Just encountering two Mountain Anchors earlier wasted a lot of effort; if we run into a large number of giant ants, not to mention hundreds, even ten or eight would suffice to devour us as tasty human snacks.
Thinking of this, no one regarded the mine shaft as a sanctuary anymore; they all wished they could grow wings and fly out immediately. Only that young man leaned against the wall, his breath weak: "Uncle..."
Boss Kun walked over to him, reached out to stroke his hair as lovingly as when his nephew was a child and said: "Aji, you were barely five when you came to my house and already dug out the bird’s nest from the pear tree in the front yard. I knew then you were a troublemaker, and now it seems I was right."
Aji was unsure of his intentions, his eyes full of confusion, unable to say anything—the lips and tongue had swollen, making speech difficult.
Boss Kun supported his waist with one hand, secretly tightens his weapon with the other, about to end his suffering when his peripheral vision suddenly caught something.
He was facing the mine’s entrance, witnessing a dark red long tongue dart in from outside. The person closest, facing away from the entrance, was only seven steps away. The ambush speed of this tongue was faster than the blink of an eye, swiftly wrapping him around the waist.
Indeed, the Mutated Lizard had pursued them. It had been lying atop the cave entrance for who knows how long, its body now mimicking the appearance of the rock, making it extremely difficult to distinguish in such dim surroundings. Everyone thought these creatures couldn’t enter but forgot their tongues could stretch very far.
This monster’s strength is enormously powerful, not even the Mountain Anchors could withstand it, let alone a mere human. Thus, the unfortunate individual could not even cry out before being pulled away.
Only then did the angry shouts from the crowd ring out, but by the time they attempted to rescue him, it was too late. The lizard’s tongue was extremely wide for a human, enough to cover half of the body, tying his arms on either side, making self-rescue impossible.
The lizard outside opened its mouth, ready for the prey to enter. Its smaller relatives have tongues one and a half times their body length, and they can protrude at speeds of fifteen meters per second, taking only a tenth of a second from ambush to consuming small insects. Though these larger ones are slower, they still far exceed human reaction limits.
The person wrapped up only had a fleeting moment of panic before his body was already whisked away, about to fall into that enormous blood-red mouth!
At that moment, a white shadow flickered past outside the cave. This shadow was tiny compared to the lizard, hardly noticeable, yet it was faster, nimbler than the long tongue, swift beyond capture.
As the long tongue retracted with its prey, the shadow lifted from outside, drawing a graceful arc as delicate as a dragonfly skimming water from before the lizard. Suddenly, the monster felt sharp pain from its tongue tip, unable to resist letting out a piercing scream. The group was hearing it for the first time, eerily resembling a baby crying but magnified tenfold, shaking the entire cave with its resonance.
The shadow effortlessly severed the tongue! The person caught by inertia was still flying towards the Mutated Lizard’s mouth. The white shadow hadn’t forgotten him, lightly tapped him with its foot, sending him back along the original path. However, it applied such subtle force that he rolled twice upon landing with no injury.
The white shadow also landed, its footing extremely stable, and once its toes touched the ground, it settled like a nail, not even a slight tremble.
At this point, dark black blood began to spray from the lizard’s tongue injury, and its sharp cry was cut short by a sudden brightness— a red light piercing the darkness, slicing from the back of its head cleanly, severing its stone-hard skull entirely! In the deep shadows, this light was devastatingly vivid, searingly hot, sharply powerful, yet fleeting; it vanishes, making people’s vision spark only to be lost again.
Now the crowd sees clearly; the falling white shadow is actually a woman dressed in white fur. The fur is so impeccably pure without a single blemish, undoubtedly worth a fortune, even if her appearance is quite plain, only her bright eyes adding some charm. She holds two daggers, each blade no more than a foot long, pale and dull. Everyone is amazed; this weapon so easily sliced through the lizard’s tongue tougher than century-old vine? (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)