The Unnameable, Severely Wounded!

Roar!

The wilderness was shrouded in dust and smoke.

Countless monsters with horns, sharp-bladed legs, and scaled bodies appeared on the horizon.

Wherever they went, the ground caved in, mountains crumbled, and rivers ran muddy with blood.

The ground trembled, accompanied by roars that echoed through the wilderness. Monsters within a hundred-mile radius went berserk, and countless Martial Artists, unable to react in time, were crushed into bloody pulp on the spot.

"A beast tide! It's a beast tide! Everyone run!"

"Ahhh! Someone save me, I don't want to die!"

"Wuwuwu--!"

A small-scale beast tide has erupted near Tai Xuan Lake, suspected to be triggered by an Awakened Level monster. Federation Martial Masters are on their way, please Martial Artists hold on!"

The once peaceful wilderness suddenly became restless.

In an instant, it transformed into a battlefield, with blood and energy soaring to the heavens.

Bang!

A blood-red shadow streaked across the void, smashing heavily onto the ground. It pulverized the surrounding ruins within meters, sending debris flying in all directions and repelling the monsters that swarmed like locusts.

Lu Xuan had exhausted his strength and still couldn't escape when the beast tide arrived.

His wounds, old and new, cracked open as he ran. The blood flowing from them under the beasts' claws was no longer warm but chillingly cold.

This was a sign of severe injury.

If not treated promptly, he would die sooner or later.

Pain, palpitations, weakness... a mixture of emotions dragged his already depleted spirit to the bottom. His limbs grew cold, and his vitality weakened.

But the monsters were relentless.

"Roar!"

A Armored Rat leaped onto his shoulder, its sharp beak and claws piercing his flesh.

Before Lu Xuan could counter, more Armored Rats climbed onto him like ants scaling a tree, using their scalpel-like claws to tear at his skin inch by inch.

In an instant, Lu Xuan was submerged in the rat tide.

"Pfft, pfft!"

Lu Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood. The Ghost-faced Monkey mask on his face was gnawed and mutilated, revealing his true face beneath. He let out a tragic laugh, "I haven't even received a future message for this, could it be my turn to write one?"

"No!"

"I can't die yet!"

"I haven't seen my parents wake up, I haven't seen my sister become a Martial God, I have enemies yet to kill..."

"They are waiting for me!"

"I can't fall!"

But what can I do?!

Lu Xuan roared, but the vitality shield protecting his throat was already damaged.

He felt a chill on his neck.

I'm going to die!

Did he have any other means?

No!

Lu Xuan had used all his tricks. He had no other options left.

The Bronze Gourd hadn't secreted any spiritual liquid, his vitality was completely depleted, and his Mental Power was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Ahhh--!"

Lu Xuan expended the last trace of vitality in his body. A terrifying surge of blood energy tore through the surrounding Armored Rats.

Blood gushed out like a spring, splashing onto his mangled body.

"Am I going to die...?"

The foul stench and blood energy invaded his nostrils.

Lu Xuan had completely lost all strength.

His knees buckled into the viscous mixture of blood and water. His hands, with their white bones and bulging veins, hung limply like broken branches, dripping blood onto the ground. Around him lay the dismembered limbs of monsters, a scene as tragic as purgatory.

Not just him.

Those Martial Artists who hadn't escaped before the beast tide arrived.

Many were in a far more tragic state than Lu Xuan, some having been instantly crushed into mist.

But the beast tide didn't stop.

Instead, it grew more ferocious, sweeping through the wilderness like a surging river.

Drip! Drip!

A drop of blood fell from Lu Xuan's chin.

Through the broken mask, his vision blurred.

In a daze, A large eyeball appeared before him.

The pupil of this eyeball contained an endless starry sky, and the skin covering it was covered in countless tentacles.

Lu Xuan had seen it before.

This large eyeball had appeared the first time he absorbed the Qi and Blood Golden Elixir, and he had even suspected that the Qi and Blood Golden Elixir he consumed originated from this bizarre creature.

As his gaze swept around.

The other party also rotated its eyeball, and then the pupil contracted sharply, locking onto Lu Xuan.

"Peeker...!"

Suddenly, Lu Xuan sensed an indescribable mist swirling around the eyeball.

This was Mental Power!

Under his horrified gaze, the Mental Power converged into a single point and shot towards him.

"Aaaargh--!"

Lu Xuan, who had completely lost his breath and was about to be torn apart by the Monster, felt an invisible pressure bloom in his head, pressing down on the surroundings like a vast ocean.

The Monsters, which had been rioting due to their minds being controlled by the Awakened Level Monster, instantly regained their senses.

"Roar--!"

Several High-level Monsters roared towards the sky.

They had always used humans as pawns, never had they been used as pawns themselves, and they were instantly furious.

But in almost an instant.

An even more domineering and terrifying Mental Power swept over them.

Whether human or Monster, they all began to slaughter each other as if they had gone mad.

And Lu Xuan, as the source of the Mental Power, was not dared to be approached by anyone.

He knelt quietly in the pool of blood, his life signs flickering in and out of existence.

A beast tide occurred in Satellite City No. 6.

Martial Artists from all over Jinling City rushed to the scene.

What was originally a small-scale beast tide inexplicably escalated into a medium-scale one, with three Awakened Level Monsters fighting at the edge of Tai Xuan Lake.

This beast tide lasted for several days.

It took four Martial Masters dispatched by the Federation to quell it.

"Ah..."

In the dimness, Lu Xuan slowly woke up, his head throbbing with pain, as if someone was driving two steel nails into his temples and twisting them.

Muddled, firelight flickered, figures moved, and sighs of grief could be heard... until the flames heated his cheeks, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

I'm still alive?

The air, mixed with the stench of blood and decay, invaded his mouth, making him cough uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough..." His throat felt like it was being scraped by a knife.

Lu Xuan rolled over, almost falling off the bed, but a large hand caught him.

His gaze moved up his arm.

A somewhat familiar face reflected in Lu Xuan's eyes.

Bald head, a scar... He swallowed, and said hoarsely, "Scarhead... Uncle?"

That's right.

The person before him was the captain of the Martial Artist team Lu Xuan had met on the hovercar when he was heading into the wilderness.

"You're quite a handful, kid."

Scarhead helped him sit up, shaking his head. "You just woke up and you're already trying to run around. You're lucky to be alive, to have been brought back from the beast tide."

"I... Heh heh, thank you for saving my life, Uncle."

Lu Xuan wanted to say something, but in the end, he let out a wry smile and thanked him.

"Hey, why aren't you thanking us?"

The female Martial Artist with a ponytail beside him approached, carrying roasted meat and water, and said resentfully, "We saved you too."

"...Huh?"

Lu Xuan hesitated, unsure how to address this group of people.

"My name is Ma Tao," the ponytail woman said, handing him food and water. She then pointed to the other members of the Martial Artist squad and introduced them one by one:

"That girl who acts all cool is Wang Dongyun; those two who look alike and are wearing mechs are brothers Zhao Wu and Zhao Wen; and that last sissy is Zhang Wei."

The others turned their gazes toward him.

Only Zhang Wei, with a delicate hand gesture, let out a soft huff, "Who are you calling a sissy? You old tomboy!"

Lu Xuan thanked them one by one.

He wasn't an unfeeling person.

This Martial Artist squad was already good, and they had saved him.

He couldn't neglect proper etiquette.

"Eat something to recover first. We still don't know your name?" Scarhead asked.

"Lu Xuan."

Lu Xuan didn't hide his identity from his saviors.

"That's not a good name, 'hanging by a thread'..." Scarhead nodded, then added, "I advise you to change it quickly, and next time, it's best not to venture out alone."

"..."

Lu Xuan didn't answer.

While eating, he circulated his vitality to check his body.

He was shocked to find that although his vitality was severely depleted, his Martial Arts foundation was intact. Not only that, but he had also broken through from the Fifth-order Martial Artist to the Sixth-order.

His injuries had also recovered by more than half.

Looking up at Scarhead and the others, he understood. They must have spent a fortune to make him ingest some special Spiritual Item, which allowed him to recover so quickly.

Yet, they all remained silent about it.

With such character, Lu Xuan was not only deeply grateful but also completely in awe.

He quickly got out of bed and thanked them.

"Thank you all, Lu Xuan is deeply grateful."

"Martial Artists should help each other when they're out in the field."

Scarhead laughed heartily, "It's good that you're okay. We've already sent your location to the Federation rescue team, and they'll be here soon to take you back to Satellite City 6. Once you get back, don't come this way again."

"Kid, you've truly seen the power of the beast tide."

Lu Xuan no longer kept his distance and responded enthusiastically, "I definitely won't come this way again next time."

"That's for the best," others said, eating meat heartily and smiling, "Talents like you are the future pillars of the Federation, you can't afford to be in danger."

After a few more casual chats, they all became more familiar with each other.

Soon after.

The Federation rescue team arrived and took Lu Xuan away.

Before leaving.

Lu Xuan looked at Uncle Scarhead, "Uncle, can I have your contact information? Let's get together again when we're back in Jinling City."

He had nothing to hide from his saviors.

Of course, Except for his identity as a Ghost Face Martial Artist.

Scarhead laughed heartily, "Sure, when we get back, we'll definitely treat you to a good meal."

They added each other's Martial Artist accounts.

Lu Xuan then left with the rescue team.

Scarhead waved with a smile until the rescue team disappeared from view. He then sat back down by the campfire, glanced at his cheerful teammates, and lowered his head silently.

At his feet, A tattered Ghost-faced Monkey face looked up at him.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he picked up the Ghost-faced Monkey face and threw it into the campfire.