Chapter 65: Advancing by Retreating (Please Follow)

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Crack! Crack! Crack!

The angry axe furiously chopped at the charred tree trunk.

Wood chips flew, and branches shook.

Horace, perched in the tree, turned pale as he watched the fuming jackalweres below, muttering through clenched teeth:

"You won't catch me!"

Just at that moment, the tree trunk violently shook and the large tree began to tilt slowly, on the verge of collapsing.

Seeing the ferocious jackalweres approaching, Horace was just about to lift his dagger and aim it viciously at his own neck, wishing at least to die swiftly.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of cutting air came, followed by a piercing screech. Instinctively looking up, Horace saw a contorted beam of energy slam accurately into his chest.

"What in the..."

With a "boom," the hefty trunk hit the ground, and in an instant, the slender branches snapped.

The irate jackalweres swarmed the scene, but they found no trace of Horace.

But they could clearly smell Horace's scent, and it was nearby!