Striking Again
Ling Feng was stunned as he looked at the group of fearless young faces before him.
He has been guarding the Tianshu Guardian Zone for far too long.
He had grown accustomed to passive defense, to calculating casualty ratios, and to suppressing his fighting spirit for the sake of the bigger picture. But at this moment, Chen Fan's words about waiting to die and the fervor of the newcomers in front of him were like a fire, directly igniting the long-parched Wasteland deep within his chest.
Martial Artists are meant to defy fate and live life to the fullest!
Ling Feng took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the concerns in his eyes had been replaced by absolute coldness and killing intent.
"Boom!"
The terrifying Qi and Blood of the Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm burst forth from his body, soaring straight into the sky.
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and slammed his spear heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater.
"Alright! I'll go with you, you little lunatic, and pull off a big heist today!"
Chen Fan snapped his fingers in satisfaction.
He reached out and drew a line on the Star Map, zooming in on it, and then precisely placed his fingertip on a coordinate that emitted a dim light.
"The Black Abyss Guardian Zone." Chen Fan licked his lips, his eyes darting around like he was looking at a signature dish on a menu. "It's less than 500 miles from us."
"Next to it lies the Black Sui Mining Area, a five-star opportunity developed by Alien Races!"
"Most importantly, it's Intermediate Guardian Zone, large enough to absorb, and rich enough."
At the same time, the sky Core Zone was torn apart by countless Stream of Light.
The Mozi Sha's supreme command spread like a plague.
Hundreds and thousands of high-ranking Alien Races Prodigies poured out from their respective Guardian Zone.
Their eyes were bloodshot, like mad dogs that had smelled blood, and they launched a massive, carpet-like search towards the Blazing Guardian Zone.
We'll dig three feet into the ground to find that Human Race brat!
"So what if he's made it onto the list Fifth-Turn? I'll drain him dry!"
Roars echoed across the Airspace.
The Alien Races army's attention was completely captivated by the bait Chen Fan had thrown out.
However, just as this torrent was expanding wildly outward, a six-person team, like a group of Ghosts swimming against the current, silently skimmed along the ground and sped off in the exact opposite direction.
With Su Qingyue's powerful Mental Power as a shield, coupled with Chen Fan's "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" for absolute concealment of aura, they perfectly evaded the detection of the three waves of Alien Races search teams.
Half an hour later.
The outer perimeter of the Black Abyss Guardian Zone.
Black rocks stand tall, and a huge, dark purple defensive shield lies upside down in the center of the basin.
Inside the light shield, clusters of Alien Races buildings and patrolling guards could be vaguely seen.
Su Qingyue closed her eyes and sensed for a moment, then opened her clear, cold eyes and said in a low voice, "The Seventh-Turn Guardian is not here. The strongest auras inside are only two Sixth-Turn Early Stage cultivators; the rest are mostly third- to Fourth-Turn weaklings. There are about five hundred of them."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan chuckled silently.
Sure enough, they all ran out to catch him.
Inside the light shield, in the central plaza of the Black Abyss Guardian Zone.
Two Black-Scaled Race at the Sixth-Turn of the Prodigies realm were sitting around a stone table, which was covered with freshly mined Black Marrow Raw Ore.
"What bad luck! Why can they go after that Human Race kid, but we have to stay here and guard the house?"
The Black-Scaled Race on the left took a swig of strong liquor, his face full of resentment.
"Be content," his companion on the right sneered. "With Mozi Sha speaking, that brat has no chance of escape. Once they bring him back, we can at least get a piece of bone to make soup. I've heard that brat's White Jade Bone is a top-grade Origin Source."
"True. A mere Fifth-Turn insect, does it really think it can turn the world upside down? It's probably hiding in some crack in the ground right now, trembling with fear."
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Just as the laughter reached its peak...
"Buzz!!"
The seemingly indestructible dark purple defensive shield above their heads suddenly let out a mournful cry as it could no longer bear the strain.
The two Black-Scaled Race Prodigies looked up.
A tall and slender figure appeared on the light shield, seemingly out of nowhere.
Ling Feng held a long spear, and the Qi and Blood of his Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm transformed into a roaring, blood-red dragon that coiled around the spear shaft.
"Break!"
Ling Feng's tongue thundered like spring thunder, and he thrust out with his spear.
There are no fancy techniques, only pure, extreme, and brutal crushing.
"Boom!"
The dark purple light shield, as fragile as glass, shattered instantly into a shower of light under the full force of Eighth-Turn expert's attack. A violent surge of energy rushed in, tearing the surrounding buildings to shreds.
A piercing alarm blared throughout the entire Black Abyss Guardian Zone.
"Enemy attack!"
The two Sixth-Turn Black-Scaled Race Prodigies furious, their eyes wide with rage, and they were about to unleash their Qi and Blood and leap into the air.
"Bang!"
A golden meteor suddenly crashed down onto the stone table in front of them. The hard stone table instantly turned to dust, and the violent shockwave forced the two of them back more than ten steps.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
Chen Fan dusted himself off and slowly straightened up.
Within his body, the "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" emitted a roar like that of an ancient ferocious beast, and the top-grade Golden Qi and Blood of the Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm burned into a layer of dazzling flames on his body surface.
He looked at the horrified Alien Races before him, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.
"I heard you've been looking for me?"
The dark purple defensive shield transformed into a shower of light, scattering across the central plaza of the Black Abyss Guardian Zone.
A strong wind swept back, dispersing the billowing smoke and dust.
Chen Fan stood in front of the shattered stone table, brushing the dust off the corner of his clothes.
Two Black-Scaled Race at the Sixth-Turn Prodigies stared intently at the human boy before them. After a brief moment of astonishment, their eyes erupted with an almost manic ecstasy.
"Chen Fan! It's Chen Fan!"
The Black-Scaled Race Prodigies on the left pointed at Chen Fan, his voice distorted with extreme excitement.
Mozi Sha Prince Sha's bounty has already spread throughout the entire Core Zone.
Whoever can take down Chen Fan will receive unimaginable resources. They originally thought staying behind would be a tough job, but unexpectedly, a huge windfall has fallen into their laps.
"Grab him! Don't kill him!" the Black-Scaled Race on the right roared Prodigies.
Without any hesitation, the two simultaneously activated their Qi and Blood in perfect unison.
The pressure of the Sixth-Turn cultivation erupted suddenly, and the black scales on their bodies fell off and quickly reassembled in mid-air, transforming into two vast black scale nets.
The edges of the scales shimmered with a cold, eerie light, enveloping Chen Fan from both sides simultaneously, completely sealing off all his escape routes.
This is a secret combined attack technique of the Black-Scaled Race, created specifically for capturing prey alive.
Faced with the encirclement, Chen Fan stood still, not even assuming a defensive stance, but merely curling his lip in disdain.
"Too slow."
With a thought, Chen Fan activated the "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" within his body.
The Golden Qi and Blood of the Fifth-Turn burst forth from his body, transforming into a huge, invisible vortex in front of him.
The two black scale nets, each containing the full power of Sixth-Turn expert's attack, had their Qi and Blood energy instantly drained the moment they touched the edge of the vortex.
The hard scales, having lost their energy support, crumbled inch by inch in mid-air, turning into ordinary keratinous fragments that scattered all over the ground.
The ecstatic joy on the faces of the two Black-Scaled Race Prodigies instantly froze.