65: The Descent of the God of Death (Part 2)_1

The black bear was chasing Yixuan.

The situation was dire, but Yixuan remained calm.

Up ahead was an old tree. He sized it up in his mind and, finally, gathering the hem of his robes, began climbing the trunk with both hands and feet. However, it was quite evident that a gentle man like him was more suited to the sheltered life indoors. Activities such as climbing trees really did not suit him.

During the climb, there were several instances where he'd ascend a little only to slip back down again. His palms were worn raw, his fingers bleeding profusely. It wasn't that it didn't hurt; he was just enduring the pain with a tenacious will to survive.

At last, he lay gasping for air on a thick branch that stretched horizontally, "Am I really overestimating my abilities?"

Looking down, he saw the two-meter-tall black bear, furiously pounding its chest and baring its teeth in a fearsome display.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

His luck was truly terrible.