Yan: Robbery! Cooperate obediently, and this Lord will spare your lives!

At this moment, on the Sky Screen, another scene displayed the pride of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, the fifty-second-level Battle Spirit King, Yan.

Compared to Dai Mubai, Yan's luck was far worse.

The place where he descended was extremely remote. Even after exploring for a long distance, he hadn't discovered a single trace of human activity; it seemed only endless monsters awaited him.

Currently, Yan was walking alone across a desolate plain.

Dark red flames burned on his body, his Flame Lord spirit fully released, and five spirit rings flickered in turn beneath his feet, radiating the powerful pressure belonging to a Spirit King.

What high-dimensional world? As long as one's power is strong enough, there is nowhere one cannot go!

Yan sneered.

Just a moment ago, he had casually used his third spirit ability to burn a tusked wild dog monster to death, then roasted it directly to fill his stomach.

This had relaxed his previously taut nerves quite a bit.

Although those monsters were large in size, they were still vulnerable before his ultimate flames.

After a preliminary assessment, Yan was basically certain that those so-called Soldier-level monsters posed no threat to him at all.

He crossed a mound and swept his gaze across the area.

Enhanced by his Flame Lord spirit, his eyesight allowed Yan to clearly see everything within a range of several hundred meters ahead.

Directly in front of him, inside an open-air structure, six people were sitting around a campfire. Beside them were several bulging tactical backpacks, and on the ground lay the carcasses of a few monsters that had just been processed.

Without a doubt, this was a warrior squad from another world.

Moreover, it was a squad that had just experienced a battle and was currently resting in exhaustion.

"His Holiness the Pope gave orders to obtain this world's cultivation techniques at any cost. These few people before me are the best prey."

A trace of greed and fanaticism flashed in Yan's eyes.

The flames on his body churned violently with his mood, and the surrounding air began to distort from the heat.

On the plain, there were no obstacles to block his view.

Yan did not even bother to conceal his tracks; the spirit power fluctuations on his body were intense, and the fiery radiance he emitted clearly signaled his arrival.

"Who are you?"

A man in the squad who appeared to be the captain stood up abruptly and shouted in a deep voice.

Even from a distance of a hundred meters, the voice reached Yan's ears clearly and accurately.

Seeing this feat, the usually arrogant Yan couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and he stopped walking at a distance of twenty meters.

When the Sky Screen descended, he had been in seclusion cultivating his spirit power, and he was only startled awake when the Sky Screen selected him.

Within a mere ten minutes, Spirit Hall had provided him with basic information about this other world, but he didn't actually know much about the strength level of the people here.

He only knew that the people of this world were not to be underestimated.

And those four words, "not to be underestimated," had been told to him personally by the master of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.

However, after arriving in this world, the many monsters he had seen, while not weak, were no match for him, so he had made a judgment in his heart.

The so-called "not to be underestimated" was only because the first batch of people selected were incompetent!

But now, seeing with his own eyes the ability to transmit sound accurately from a hundred meters away, Yan couldn't help but raise his evaluation of the people of this world by a notch.

His original judgment had been very low, and after raising it a notch, it was still just "so-so."

As a genius of Spirit Hall who had no rivals among the younger generation, Yan still didn't take these slightly disheveled warriors seriously. He simply tilted his chin up and said in a condescending tone, "Hand over the cultivation techniques you practice. As long as you cooperate obediently, this young master will not kill you."

Hearing these words, the six members of the warrior squad looked at each other.

They sized up the strange rings on Yan's body and looked at his exaggerated flames, their hearts pounding.

After all, they had never seen a person wrapped in flames who remained unaffected and could still jump around.

"Who is this kid? He doesn't feel very strong, but he can be wrapped in flames without getting hurt. Could he be an expert hiding his aura?"

"Or did he cultivate some special technique that allows him to condense flames to wrap around his body for defense?"

One team member whispered cautiously.

Another member had a much hotter temper; he simply raised a heavy hammer and laughed, "Isn't it even better if his technique is special? We'll just rob him!"

"He came to rob our Fire Hammer Squad; it's only right that we rob him instead."

However, the squad captain sighed softly.

"No matter how special this technique is, it's useless."

"This kid must have been in the Wilderness Zone for too long and his brain has gone bad."

In the Wilderness Zone, carrying such a flashy special effect on one's body was not proof of great strength, but a path to self-destruction!

It wasn't dark yet, so the effect of those flames hadn't been fully exposed, but once it got dark, walking through the Wilderness Zone with flames was like being a bright, shining lighthouse!

Every monster that could see the flames, regardless of their level, would come to hunt him!

No matter how strong you are, when facing an endless beast tide, there will always be a time when your ammunition runs out, your energy is depleted, and your stamina fails. At that point, there is only one way out: death!

Don't count on those monsters to show mercy and spare your life.

Don't count on any passing powerhouse to save your life.

Those are just deceptive tropes written in novels.

The truth is, you die a miserable death in the jaws of a monster, become a pile of rotting, stinking excrement in the wilderness a few days later, and are then swallowed and digested once more by those scavenger monsters, until you are completely reduced to a pile of waste without any nutritional value.

This is the final destination for everyone who dies in the Wilderness Zone.

Seeing the group opposite him chatting as if he didn't exist, even going so far as to consider robbing him, the fury in Yan's heart erupted instantly!

"You're courting death!"

He let out a loud shout, and the fifth black soul ring on his body suddenly lit up!

"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand Wild Flame!"

The dark red flames filling the sky transformed into a violent sandstorm, carrying a high temperature capable of incinerating everything, sweeping toward the warrior squad like a blanket.

This strike was Yan's signature soul skill, the very one he claimed could level an entire street!

It was his ultimate trump card!

Facing a squad of six, Yan dared not hold back; he unleashed his most powerful killing move the moment he attacked.

However, the instant this sea of fire was about to swallow the six of them, a young man sitting on a rock behind the warrior squad, who had been wiping his dagger the entire time, slightly raised his head.

He didn't even move a finger.

A formless mental ripple, as tangible as reality, rippled out from between his brows.

Several rusted iron sheets scattered around the ruins of the gas station suddenly seemed to be imbued with life; they curled up on their own, then autonomously shaped themselves into the form of flying knives!