Evacuating the Sahara / Punishing Empty Boasting, Escaping the Maze

Only then did the Mermaid maiden send a Mind Telepathy: "Ring!"

Lu Jun nodded to indicate that he understood. "Has the Sandstorm Wraith come? It's alright, take care of yourself, I can get out of here."

The Intermediate Level 4 Summoning System [Contract Summoning - Summoning Link] is like an invisible long thread connecting everyone; the human chain formation is just a facade.

With a positive attitude, he continued forward, sketching Intermediate Magic and probing his surroundings.

However, the effect is mediocre. The Sahara Mystic Realm has a special effect: invisible vortexes exist all around, like black holes that devour all Mental Power, and any attempt to probe it with one's mind is like entering a bottomless pit.

Just as Lu Jun was about to give up, something suddenly shone in his Portable Space, ignoring his spatial constraints and rushing out.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Lu Jun was startled. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a crystal-clear prism that shimmered with seven colors.

The precious Triangular Dimensional Mirror spontaneously appeared, creating layers of transparent ripples. A winding path of white light emerged on the nearby ground, glowing brightly.

"Is this... the correct path through the Sahara Labyrinth?"

Upon seeing this, Lu Jun was both surprised and delighted, never expecting the Dimensional Mirror to have such a function.

That makes sense. The Triangular Dimensional Mirror relates to chaos, space, and summoning—ultimately, to the very origin of existence. From then on, he could move freely within similar labyrinths?

He set off again, this time much faster. At the same time, his mental energy, when channeled into the prism, became much more flexible. It was no longer the traditional, crude thing that enveloped the entire area, but rather it split into countless mental tentacles, probing into various mysterious dimensions to search.

A few minutes later, Lu Jun found a clue: a campsite on the beach that had not yet been buried by the sandstorm had appeared, with traces of human activity inside, which had just disappeared in a hurry.

"There's a smell of blood."

Lu Jun narrowed his eyes, guessing that the National Team had encountered some trouble and was forced to abandon their post and wait for rescue.

However, having traces makes it much easier to find.

A moment later, following the footsteps of the group, he crossed a golden sand hill and saw an endless red desert. Two densely packed black dots intertwined, the sounds of battle were deafening, demonic energy raged, and sandstorms were stirred up.

"Tribal war?"

Seeing this, Lu Jun became serious. Besides the Mystic Realm, there was another great danger in the Sahara: the Demon Horde. The competition was fierce, and a disagreement could easily lead to a clan war.

Moreover, the Demon Horde living here are not the Servant-level of ordinary Demon Beast territories outside.

The two sides currently engaged in battle are standard warrior clans, numbering in the thousands. Even if Lu Jun were to be caught in the middle, it would be very dangerous for him to choose to fight head-on.

"Desert Terrifying Fox and Poison Fire Mad Scorpion... hmm, that fits the description of the Demon Beast races on the outskirts of the Sahara."

Lu Jun glanced down and thought to himself, "The Desert Terrifying Fox is a tall and agile demon fox, and the Poison Fire Mad Scorpion is also quite large, about half a person's height, but its tail is over ten feet long, and it is skilled in poison and fire."

In the center of the battlefield between the two races, several young human mages were struggling to dodge and weave through the Demon Beast horde, their injuries accumulating as they became trapped and fought desperately.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be that National Team that fell in the Sahara.

Lu Jun, with his sharp eyes, also noticed that two or three corpses were already lying in pools of blood, indicating a very serious situation.

Without delay, he decided to lend a hand immediately. He began to draw a summoning constellation, and a moon-white gate opened atop the red sand hill. A group of ferocious Earthwalker Dragon swooped down from the mountaintop.

Roar!

Each earth dragon is enormous, covered in thick yellow scales. Hundreds of them together look imposing, like heavy tanks charging forward, leaving trails of billowing yellow smoke in their wake.

Earthwalker Dragon possess earth elemental properties. When they run wildly in the desert, they are not hindered or trapped by the soft sand. Instead, they emit magic similar to Ground Wave, propelling them forward.

Rumble!

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, one Earthwalker Dragon after another charged directly into the battlefield between the two races, actually carving a bloody path and tearing a gap in the formation.

Blood blossoms bloomed, and the demon fox and scorpion were occasionally trampled by the Earthwalker Dragon, their bodies torn to pieces, like a slaughterhouse.

The South African National Mansion Team, who were persevering, were energized by the sight. A strong young black man shouted with delight, "Hang in there, everyone! The rescue team is here!"

Chapter 368 Evacuation from the Sahara

As soon as Lu Jun had a thought, the Netherworld Opens above his head, letting in a howling wind.

Black and white ghosts emerged, their dark Ghost Shadow resembling two small hills. A bluish-black gale howled, and a gray-white sandstorm swirled up, indiscriminately slaughtering along the opening torn open by the Earthwalker Dragon.

He led two generals and a group of summoned creatures, charging through the beast tide and successfully reuniting with members of the South African National Mansion Team and others.

The South African captain, a black man, gasped, "Which Super Rank mage are you?"

At this moment, Lu Jun was fighting a bloody battle, holding up the Water Glory Sky Curtain, facing warriors Demon Beast from all directions. Under immense pressure, he didn't offer much explanation, hastily uttering a single sentence. "You Huaxia National Team, come with me."

"Huh?" Before the burly Black captain could say anything, a skinny Black man in the team said disappointedly, "People from Kyushu? Students like us?!"

The skinny black boy complained, "What's wrong with the African Magic Association? Sending students? This is terrible! Even if they were going to send National Team, they should send the National Team from those magical powerhouses in Europe. What is the China Team?"

The other surviving team members also looked grim, with one of the women, nicknamed "Black Pearl," on the verge of collapse.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun laughed in anger. "I came to save you, and you're still complaining about this and that?" His eyes coldly swept over the group, and the powerful soul force brought by his sixth-realm spiritual realm, as well as his High-level Two Curse Element cultivation, pressed down on them.

Buzz buzz buzz!

In an instant, the black men looked horrified, as if they had seen the Evil God's Eye, high above them.

Seeing that the South African National Mansion Team was intimidated, he snorted coldly and said without turning his head, "If you believe it, follow us; if not, stay here and wait to die!"

Puff puff, pfft!

The earth dragons surged out from around the group, forming a mighty yellow torrent that charged forward.

It must be said that the Summoning System Beast Tide Summoning is truly a god of group battles, with hundreds of top-tier warriors relieving a great deal of pressure on the South African National Mansion Team.

Before long, Lu Jun led them to break through the encirclement.

Of course, it was also because the Desert Terrifying Fox and Poison Fire Mad Scorpion clans intentionally let a few people leave, mainly because Lu Jun was too strong. He unleashed his full power of water, curses, and summoning, causing heavy casualties to both clans.

After weighing the pros and cons, the leaders decided that these outsiders were insignificant compared to their arch-enemies.

Upon witnessing this scene, the South African National Mansion Team members were dumbfounded, astonished by Lu Jun's strength. Most of them were still at the peak of the Intermediate Level, with only a few core members reaching the high-level.

Compared to the China Team, which has only been training for a short time and already has all its members at a high level, they are far inferior.

Lu Jun remained calm. Although the two groups together had more than two thousand warriors, the pressure they brought was not as great as that of the Four-Colored Demon Clan.

After all, those who rely on Fusion Magic are all formidable leaders at the Commander-level.

If Lu Jun hadn't been forced to conceal his Innate Dual Elements, restricting his use of spatial, mental, and Metal Element, he would have been eager to wage war and slaughter both races.

If we collect forty-two General Essence Soul, that might be enough to power up a Level Five Intermediate Magic.

At that time, the power of Intermediate Magic will be comparable to that of High-level Magic.

In response to the shock of the South African National Mansion Team members, he calmly replied, "There are differences even among National Team."

After he finished speaking, the skinny, dark-skinned boy dared not utter a sound.

The South African captain thanked them in International English, saying, "We apologize for our intrusion, our team members are so grateful for your rescue."

"No need, it's just a matter of getting paid to do a job. It's a commission paid by the African Magic Association."

Lu Jun didn't have a good impression of the group and was too lazy to play along.

Then he said, "It's easy to get lost in the Mystic Realm. If you still don't believe me, find your own way out. I'm leaving now."

Then Lu Jun deliberately put away the Triangular Dimensional Mirror, a priceless treasure, closed his eyes, sensed, and used his Thousand Mile Soul Lock to search for Mo Fan's location over a thousand miles.

He walked ahead, while the South African National Mansion Team exchanged glances. They were already exhausted and unable to continue fighting. They knew they couldn't leave Lu Jun behind, so they caught up with him.

At this moment, taking advantage of the others' inattention, Lu Jun released the Tai'a Divine Sword alone, sending its Killing Life Spirit back to deal with the two major clans, killing as many as possible, leaving the Metal Element to fend for itself.

After walking for a few minutes in the vast, monotonous desert, the group saw a figure standing silently ahead and became wary.

Lu Jun ignored the group, quickened his pace, and, as the surroundings shifted, arrived beside Mo Fan.

Mo Fan greeted him from the spot, "Ah, Lao Lu, you're back! I've been gone for so long, I didn't see you anywhere, I thought you were lost."

Lu Jun remained silent upon hearing this. In fact, he had violated the one-kilometer principle and run several kilometers away. An ordinary mage would certainly not be able to return.

Suddenly Mo Fan noticed several more young black men appearing behind Lu Jun and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, that lost National Team, you found them?!"

Mo Fan was excited. The Cape Magic Association had spoken: as long as the South African National Mansion Team was rescued, they would pay whatever it took.

He felt that he no longer needed to worry about advancing to the high-level of either the Space Element or Chaos Element; he could have both, achieving high-level advancement in both! He also estimated that the remaining money would be enough to raise a Soul Seed.

This is also why the mentors at Huaxia National Academy felt it was dangerous but still wanted the team members to try—if they were lucky enough to succeed, they would make a fortune.

The South African National Mansion Team players blushed, feeling humiliated, and followed behind Lu Jun and Mo Fan with their heads down and shoulders shrugged.

They gradually returned, finding one anchor point after another: Zhao Manyan, Jiang Yu, Mu Ningxue, and Jiang Shaoxu.

Lu Jun urged, "Hurry up, I have a bad feeling."

The Sandstorm Wraith will not let everyone leave easily. It is as intelligent as a human and wants to take the lives of the National Team to lure its old friend Dai Wen back.

Right now, the Sandstorm Wraith haven't reacted yet. They feel that Nan Jue at the border has been forced to deviate from its original point, and these young mages have no way to escape its grasp.

Jiang Shaoxu then asked, "Why hasn't Nan Jue sent a signal yet? Didn't we agree on a signal every five minutes?"

"Ten minutes have passed now, how are we supposed to anchor at the exit without a signal?"

Just as everyone decided to wait, Lu Jun immediately stepped forward and calmly said, "No need to wait anymore. My Summoned Beast told me that they were driven away by a Sandstorm Wraith."

"What?!" Everyone was horrified upon hearing their captain's words. "Does that mean we're lost in the desert?"

Jiang Yu said in a trembling voice, "Moreover, there's a Monarch Level supreme being lurking nearby, eyeing humanity covetously. We could run into it at any moment?!"

"Damn it!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed, jumping up and down, his voice trembling with tears. "I knew it! Following Mo Fan would only bring trouble. I shouldn't have come in with him!"

Although the South African National Mansion Team members standing nearby couldn't understand Chinese, they could tell from the drastic change in the expressions of the group that something was wrong.

The South African captain, a burly black man, asked anxiously, managing only a polite tone, "Excuse me, everyone, what happened?"

The skinny, dark-skinned boy bluntly mocked, "Heh heh, I thought you were so strong, but aren't you just like us, lost in the Sahara?"

Chapter 369 Punishing Empty Talk, Stepping Out of the Mystic Realm

The outer edge of the Sahara's Mystic Realm.

When Lu Jun heard the words of the skinny black boy from the South African National Mansion Team, his eyes turned indifferent, while Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, Jiang Shaoxu and others looked grim.

Regardless of whether they receive a commission or not, they came to save lives. Treating their benefactors this way is just too much of a tactic to make people feel uneasy.

Respect is mutual, Mo Fan wasn't going to stand on ceremony. Regardless of whether you were the mission target or not, he roared and questioned, "What are you talking about, you uncivilized primitive?!"

Mo Fan's words hit the nail on the head from the very first stab.

As soon as he finished speaking, the members of the China Team secretly felt pleased, thinking about having a straightforward friend as their perfect mouth double.

The South African team members instantly flew into a rage. The skinny, dark-skinned boy jumped up and grumbled, "You bunch of East Asian monkeys, you're here to save us? You can't even save yourselves!"

"Heh," Mo Fan retorted, "If you're so capable, then get lost and don't get involved."

The skinny, dark-skinned man sneered, "Then let's part ways. I'll wait here; you can go wherever you want."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shaoxu was furious, feeling that this member of the South African government was too cunning. Everyone knows that the best way to save oneself when lost in the Sahara Desert is to stay put.

The South African National Mansion Team had initially strayed off course, but their long line of soldiers helped them find their way back and reposition their location. They were now just one kilometer from the exit, greatly increasing their chances of rescue. Now they're turning their backs on their efforts?

At this moment, Lu Jun stepped forward and abruptly asked, "Do you mean we should stay where we are?"

"Of course..." the skinny, dark-skinned boy said smugly, "In a few hours, the real rescue team from the Cape of Good Hope Magic Fortress Magic Association will arrive. We won't need you then."

Buzz buzz buzz!

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun immediately attacked. His eyes flashed with black and red light, and a ghostly white Ghost Shadow resembling a small hill appeared behind the opponent. He reached out and lifted the short black man up.

"What do you want to do?!"

The thin, black man struggled desperately in mid-air, his face filled with terror, his magic suppressed by the White Impermanence Earth Ghost Fiend, leaving him at the mercy of others.

"Hey, hey!" The burly black South African National Mansion Team was startled and quickly shouted, "Everyone, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out."

The group of men appeared to want to save the thin, black man, but in reality, they only talked about it; they didn't move an inch and showed no intention of helping him.

Even worse, some members watched coldly, sneering and mocking, "They don't know their place, thinking they have powerful backers back in China. Now they've kicked a hornet's nest, haven't they?"

Similar to the China Team, the South African National Mansion Team also suffers from various factional entanglements and serious internal conflicts.

Lu Jun paid no attention to the few young black men; even if the South African National Mansion Team came together, they would be no match for him.

He stared coldly at the skinny, dark-skinned boy and said, "I can save you, and I can also abandon you. Anyway, the Cape of the Cape Magic Association only requires us to do our best to rescue the South African National Mansion Team. They don't care how many people we can rescue, and losing one or two people is even less of a concern."