With his light, barely silent feet darting across the damp ground covered with fallen leaves and dead branches, and his thin figure scurrying high and low with all sorts of strange and natural twisting movements, quickly flashing over the trunks and branches of trees that stood in his way, Ali walked through the dense forest like a leopard running at great speed.

Almost without warning, Ali's upper body flashed to the left. With a hula, a small black shadow swept past him with the sound of the wind. Ali's dodge was not yet completed, and he took a quick wrong step under his feet, naturally spanning a few steps with his body to the left, and then turned around quickly.

The small black shadow that had just pounced sideways from Ali and failed to hit the target was very lightly flicked on the body of a big tree not far behind Ali, and flew over again at a faster speed. The expression on Ali's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, neither surprised nor frightened, but the big bright eyes flashed with anger on his still tense little face.

Facing the black shadow that had already pounced, the bow and arrow in Ali's hand, who had not been able to open the distance, seemed to have lost its effectiveness, but Ali had no intention of quickly retreating and dodging. His left hand was already on the hilt of his sword, which was bound to his right waist, the moment he began to dodge.

Ali's sword looked no more than four feet long, which was relatively short among ordinary knives. The blade is not wide, and the snowflake pattern only has a beautiful curve near the tip of the blade.

The knife is not very heavy, but it only gives people a miniature version of the sense of toughness, and it looks like it was made for a child like Ali. In fact, the knife was also a birthday present from Ali's grandfather when Ali was eight years old.

The shiny blade was not protected by a scabbard, but was bound by a thick vine to Ali's waist, and the shiny black wood hilt, Ali's left hand held it steadily.

As the shadow flew in front of him, the immobile Ali seemed to be able to smell the blood on the small but sharp claws that the shadow stretched out to him. 、

"Squeak"! Suddenly there was a cold light accompanied by a sharp scream!

Ali's left hand was already raised, and on the shiny blade of the war knife in his hand, a drop of blood was flowing down the blade that was pointing diagonally at the ground. In front of him, just a foot away, the black shadow squatting on the ground finally revealed its true form.

Ali knew exactly what the little crouching guy in front of him was. It's a bloodthirsty raccoon, but it looks more like a cute little pet cat. Tiny gray and white hairs wrap around the petite and delicate body. A pair of big, round eyes on a big head give people a very cute and well-behaved feeling. Perhaps as long as it is a woman, it can be aroused by the little cutie in front of her.

But Ali doesn't think so at all. This seemingly harmless and well-behaved tanuki almost killed him three times in the first year he lived alone in the dark forest of Zài. The word bloodthirsty in the bloodthirsty civet is enough to illustrate the ferocity of this seemingly cute little thing.

Ali hated this little thing so much because it was too small, too fast, and too agile. Even though it's only a first-level Magical Beast, it's also very difficult to deal with. Ali has suffered a lot from this kind of guy. What makes Ali even more annoying is that even if he can kill it in the end, the harvest will be pitiful.

There is hardly a couple of meat on the body of this bloodthirsty civet, and the fluff is of little use. Aside from the sharp claws hidden deep in his furry limbs, there was hardly any place for Ali to see or use.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Ali will not take the initiative to provoke such troublesome little things. But if you take the initiative to attack him, there is no way. Best of all, it's still very common. Perhaps Ali's weak-looking stature gave the bloodthirsty raccoons the illusion of being a good bully.

And this delusion, many times, is always the cause of death.

There was a hint of pain and hesitation in the big eyes of the bloodthirsty civet in front of Ali, and there was a knife cut several inches long on its small, fluffy claw on its left, which was almost half broken under the deep cut. It is clear that this claw of this bloodthirsty civet is useless.

In fact, the incomparably skilled sword drawing technique that Ali had just performed was aimed at the bloodthirsty raccoon's body. Unfortunately, this bloodthirsty raccoon is fast enough and agile enough. At that moment, the Bloodthirsty Raccoon pressed its left paw against the blade slashed below, and jumped away in time with the force of that little rebound.

If it hadn't been for the bloodthirsty raccoon that traded one of its claws for a chance to jump away, it would probably have been cut in half by Ali's swift slash.

The hesitation and horror in the bloodthirsty raccoon's eyes didn't last long, perhaps it was the sharp pain in its claws that spurred it, or maybe it was the blood that flowed from its claws that made it crazy. The bloodthirsty raccoon pounced again with great speed.

Ali waved his sword in his hand unconcernedly. Now he is no longer the ten-year-old child of three years ago, desperately struggling to survive in the dark forest. The little face, which still looks immature, is calm in Yan Sù, and the fast and concise movements reveal a little charm.

It's just a first-level bloodthirsty raccoon, and now Ali already has the strength to kill it lightly.

The cold light flickered again, followed by an even more terrible scream, along with a fluffy claw and a few splashes of blood.

Ali looked at the war knife in his hand in amazement, ignoring the bloodthirsty raccoon that had been cut off one of its claws again and was frantically fleeing into the depths of the dense forest.

There shouldn't be any more deviations from that knife just now, and I have obviously estimated the speed and possible reaction of the bloodthirsty civet very accurately, and this knife should be accurate to behead this bloodthirsty civet.

Why is it biased? Ali was puzzled. The ever-present danger in the Dark Forest has made Ali's growth rate astonishing. Now he is accustomed to his precise grasp, and Ali will have a very clear calculation of the effect of each knife swing.

This kind of inexplicable deviation has never appeared in Ali's struggle in the past six months. Suddenly, Ali looked up in the direction of the jungle to the right.

At the moment when the knife was out just now, Ali had already vaguely sensed a trace of vibration. It's a very vague feeling, if it weren't for Ali's very keen sense, he wouldn't have noticed it at all. Perhaps it was this slight vibration that affected his own sword.

The suspicious Ali calmed down, even closed his eyes, and began to sense it with all his heart. Because this inexplicable tremor may mean great danger in the Dark Forest. Whether it was the vibration caused by the huge body of the high-level demonic beasts, or the fluctuating effects caused by the demonic beasts casting their innate magic, these meant extreme danger to Ali.

You must do your best to sense the direction in which the vibration may come, which is related to whether your life can escape in time.

With the careful induction, the expression on Ali's little face became more and more solemn, and the eyes that suddenly opened began to reveal a trace of unease. The feeling of the tremor was getting clearer and stronger, but what surprised Ali the most was that he couldn't tell where the increasingly strong tremor was coming from.

Seem...... The suspicious Ali quickly looked around, and the suspicion in his eyes became more and more intense. Is this space shaking? Ali was not sure, and it was even harder to believe.

Suddenly, in the space dozens of feet in the air above Ali's head, it was like a small stone being thrown into the calm surface of a lake, and the ripple-like vibrations began to spread from a certain point to the surroundings.

A strong sense of shock instantly enveloped Ali. With his unusually sharp senses, he quickly fell to the ground almost without hesitation.

In silence, the top of the big tree beside Ali, which was more than ten feet high, began to twist and ripple slightly. It's like a picture that is gently shaken.

The next moment, still seemingly silent, the tops of the surrounding trees, whether they were leaves or branches, began to shatter in more and more intense twists and vibrations, and then disappeared. Eventually, the remaining lower half of the trees cracked with a crackling sound.

Sawdust and pieces of wood and tough gray-brown bark flew down. Ali, already enveloped by intense fear, lay on the ground with his face buried in the dead leaves. This almost intense and irresistible sense of fear was much more intense than the fear I felt when I was ten years old and extremely vulnerable for the first time I faced the terrible green krait alone.

Ali's mind was now blank, and he couldn't think. Now he is more like an ostrich that buries its head in the sand when danger comes. He couldn't understand why he was so afraid, and the keen sense of sensitivity, which he had always prided himself on, brought him an even stronger sense of irresistible fear at this time.

Perhaps, if he could look up at the drastic changes in the air above his head at this time, his fear would be ten times stronger.

The waves of mad twisting and oscillating stirred up the calm space in chaos. The only thing to be thankful for is that this violent space oscillation did not spread too far away. It seems that there is some powerful force around this space that is suppressing.

A small pitch-black dot suddenly appeared in the air. Then the dots expand rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it became a small hole the size of a pitch-black finger, still rapidly expanding. In the blink of an eye, the small black hole had expanded to the size of a bucket.

Until...... The dark and round hole the size of a water tank with multicolored light shining around it hung silently in the air. The surrounding spatial oscillations seem to have disappeared. It was as calm as if nothing had ever happened.

But the calm only lasted less than three breaths, and suddenly, a dazzling light burst into the center of the pitch-black cavern. Then, the round and steady hole also collapsed the moment the light appeared.

Stronger waves quickly swept around. It's just that, no matter how violent the shock is, it only spreads out a distance of more than ten zhang and then rapidly declines.

A strange voice came from mid-air, which seemed to be made by shaking the air, and spread far away: "Dao Venerable is above!" Damn the space barrier! My Uncle Han Feng finally broke out! ”