Its head lay in another corner, very large, already skeletal.
However, a black tumor grew on its smooth neck, writhing like both a nose and an eye.
The screams came from ahead; it should be the last obstacle to entering the "birth room."
Run Sheng understood, it was his turn now.
"Xiao Yuan."
"Hmm."
Run Sheng accelerated, leaping out of the cave, avoiding another tail swipe from that thing.
In mid-air, Run Sheng lifted his hand, and Li Zhiyuan reached out to grasp it. As he detached from Run Sheng's back, Run Sheng spun swiftly, throwing the young man outward.
Although Li Zhiyuan hadn't trained in martial arts, his persistent basic exercises had long developed a physique far from how simple it appeared superficially.
The one who felt this most keenly was Run Sheng. Each time the young man mounted his back after a while, he could sense the changes in the young man's strength and balance.
