After a fall of no more than fifteen zhang, the Armor-Piercing Awl once again bit into the blue-black shale, bringing him to a complete stop.
"CRACK!"
The Tiger Tail Iron Chain swept out, shattering a large section of the cliff face above.
Xu Yunfan tensed his core, kicked off the air, and swung aside to dodge the fatal blow. As the Thunder Pattern Steel Chain pulled taut, it carved a spiral groove into the cliff face.
His gaze suddenly sharpened. Five zhang below lay a half-rotten wooden walkway, a rusty Crane-beaked Hoe jammed between its broken joints.
'On a cliff this sheer, and yet there are signs of human activity. Judging by the looks of it, this must have been built to harvest the Reishi Mushroom Herbs growing on these precipices.'
The Corpse-Rot Tiger Demon's spine suddenly twanged like a taut bowstring, and its rotting torso scurried toward him, clinging to the rock face like a gecko.
