Chapter 512

Wild Hunting Ground

"What the hell?!"

Nie Yu's scalp went numb. His intuition told him that an immense danger was approaching, and he retreated backward at the first instant!

However, before he could retreat to the door, something wrapped around his ankles. Nie Yu looked down, only to see countless embroidery threads drilling out from underground beneath the faint green emergency escape lights, weaving into countless surging chains, forcefully pulling him in place.

Nie Yu furrowed his brows tightly. The hunting knife in his hand drew a long arc in the darkness, and these threads were swiftly cut open. Under the extremely sharp Heavenly Wolf "blade edge," the function of the embroidery threads was undoubtedly greatly restricted.

But it was precisely this brief delay that made Nie Yu completely lose the chance to escape the museum.

From behind the folding screen and through the cracks in the museum doors, densely packed embroidery threads drifted out. In the blink of an eye, the doors and the walls were completely stitched together, like weaving a seamless wall on a piece of embroidery cloth, thoroughly integrating the inside and the outside into one.

Nie Yu hurled the hunting knife in his hand with a whistle. It pierced into the main doors with an explosive boom, but only sank in a third of the way. Even Sharp Silk couldn't destroy it instantly.

"Damn it..."

Nie Yu turned around in astonishment and found that in the embroidery diagram in the center of the wall, a figure sitting on a fishing boat and wearing a bamboo hat smiled faintly. The fishing rod in his hand retracted at high speed, and with a casual raise of his hand, he grasped that hunting knife in his hand...

His knife had been fished away by a fisherman in an embroidery diagram??

Nie Yu froze on the spot for a moment.

Swoosh—!

A sound of something tearing through the air came from overhead. Without a second thought, Nie Yu crossed his arms above him. In the next moment, a mountain boar over three meters long smashed towards the ground like a meteorite. Its entire body of hair was like steel needles, and the terrifying power directly smashed Nie Yu into the ground!

Nie Yu's figure was smashed beneath the mountain boar. Hideous cracks frantically spread across the ground. His hands glowing with a black iron luster barely supported his body as several figures swept towards him simultaneously!

One was a swarthy youth carrying a hoe, one was a young maiden holding an umbrella, and there was also a shepherd boy charging over on a bull. Nie Yu couldn't see their faces clearly, or rather, their faces were blurry to begin with. Threads wove into their bodies, and behind each person even swirled their respective embroidery diagram backgrounds.

A ruthless look surfaced on Nie Yu's face. He let out a low roar, the muscles all over his body bulging, forcefully pushing the mountain boar on his head away. The latter fell to the ground, and the entire museum shook with a loud boom.

This mountain boar was simply too heavy. If Nie Yu wasn't on the Way of the Soldier God, and it was another Divine Path with relatively weak defense, they would probably have been crushed into meat paste in one go...

Nie Yu had just shaken off the mountain boar when a long umbrella embroidered with flowers and vines flew into the air, spinning continuously. The young maiden lightly tapped her toes on it as if she had no weight, her slender fingers pointing at Nie Yu through the air.

Countless vines swept towards Nie Yu's figure from all directions. Having lost his hunting knife, Nie Yu couldn't use slashes to clear a path at all. He could only barely rely on speed and movement techniques to weave through them. But in the next moment, a silver hoe that seemed capable of splitting mountains and cracking rocks suddenly smashed through the void and swung towards Nie Yu's face!

Nie Yu's reaction was extremely fast. His hands covered in [Iron Raiment] grabbed the handle of the hoe a step ahead. His power erupted to the extreme at this moment. As he wrestled with the swarthy youth amidst the sky full of vines, the ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch!

The hoe was pressed down bit by bit by Nie Yu. That swarthy youth also didn't seem to expect Nie Yu's power to be so terrifying, a look of astonishment surfacing on his face. Right at this moment, a massive bull shadow rapidly charged out from behind a wall of vines, directly sending Nie Yu flying like a roaring truck!

"Go to hell!" The shepherd boy riding the bull laughed loudly.

Thump—!!

Nie Yu's figure consecutively smashed through three or four walls before barely dissipating the impact force, rolling smoke and dust flying up.

Among the shattered ruins of stones, a hand covered in blood slowly reached out. Immediately after, Nie Yu's figure slowly stood up. There were bloodstains and scars everywhere on his body, but not only was there not the slightest bit of fear in those pupils, they instead grew increasingly ferocious...

Like a vicious wolf that had been thoroughly enraged!

"A bunch of woven embroidery diagrams... also want to kill me?!"

Bang—!

Nie Yu forcefully took a step forward, sending the fine crushed stones all over the ground flying into mid-air.

At the same time, an incomparably massive wolf pupil slowly opened from the void, overlapping with the full moon behind the rain clouds. An aura of sinister bloodlust instantly enveloped the entire museum!

Path of the Celestial Wolf—Domain, [Wild Hunting Ground].

...

Yao Qing, who was running inside the museum, tripped over his feet and almost pitched headfirst onto the ground!

A muffled loud noise came from the ground, as if something was chiseling the rock strata. The museum was shaking along with the tremors of the earth. The lanterns outside the corridor swung haphazardly, and faint creaking sounds were emitted everywhere.

"An earthquake??"

Yao Qing was alarmed in his heart.

Perhaps because of the earthquake, as early as a few minutes ago, the lights in the museum had completely paralyzed. Whether it was the exhibition halls or the corridors, everything was pitch-black. Coupled with the continuous night rain outside, as far as the eye could see, besides the signs for the emergency escape routes, there was almost no light.

Fortunately, Yao Qing had lived here for many years and knew everything here like the back of his hand. His location surfaced in his mind; it was exactly the middle area between the front exhibition hall and the backyard, and not far away was a side door.

"Out of nowhere... how could there be an earthquake?" Yao Qing's brows furrowed increasingly tightly. He felt the tremors coming from beneath his feet. It didn't seem continuous like an earthquake, but rather had intervals, and the magnitude of each vibration was different.

Yao Qing felt something was wrong. Just as he was about to turn on his phone to see if there were any earthquake warnings, a series of conversational voices suddenly came from the direction of the side door.

"Damn it, exactly how many doors are there in this place? Why does it feel like we've circled back again??"

"It's mainly because there are no lights. It's pitch-black everywhere, and it feels like every corridor is the same..."

"Right now we don't even know where we are ourselves, how are we supposed to find Su Zhiwei? Su Zhiwei's head is worth eight million. You've also seen how strong The Hunter is. With him holding the fort, Su Zhiwei is certain to die... If we keep wasting time like this, someone else will get to her!"

"Don't panic, if we can't find the way, others can't either."

"What we're competing on now is luck."

"..."

Hearing this conversation, Yao Qing's heart jolted in the darkness, cold sweat continuously seeping from his forehead.

It's that group of assassins? They actually found their way here??

Yao Qing held his breath and hid in the darkness. By the faint green emergency exit lights, he could barely see two figures flashing past the corridor side by side... Their bulging coats were already open. One person was holding a military knife with a chilling glint, and the other was carrying a submachine gun, seemingly ready to kill at any time.