Jiang Chen continued to dodge, his movements precarious, like a man dancing on a tightrope at the edge of a cliff—one misstep would send him plummeting into the abyss.
Yet, despite the perilous situation, his mind remained sharp. Beneath the surface of his seemingly desperate struggle, Jiang Chen still had the presence of mind to observe Fang Yuan, strategizing his next move.
'The tactic of self-inflicting injuries to gain their trust is nearly perfect. It's time to bring this to a close.'
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes as his thoughts sharpened into a plan.
'Next, I'll push this trick to its limit, go all out, and eradicate the three-headed demonic python.'
'At the same time, I'll ensure that Fang Yuan draws the attention of the Shadow Wind Obsidian Marten without arousing suspicion from Nangong Wan and Shangguan Ning.'
His cold smile widened as the intricate plan unfolded in his mind.