Escaping with Their Lives

Zhang Xuezhou felt a little regretful about using the Acupoint-Fixing Technique.

But there are no "what ifs".

His use of the Acupoint-Fixing Technique to seal off the blessed land caused serious consequences, but not sealing off the blessed land could also have had serious consequences.

This isn't a multiple-choice question; it's more likely a double-edged sword, where any choice he makes could lead to problems.

Zhang Xuezhou is now facing the most troublesome escape he has ever encountered since his debut.

He had previously gained many advantages through his verbal skills, but the Zerg were creatures that could not be communicated with at all.

Even as the giant moth flapped its wings and rose and fell in flight, its mouth never stopped firing off barrages.

The sound wasn't simply a mimicking human scream; combined with the vibrations of its wings and body, and the amplification effect of its straw-like mouthparts, its voice was powerful enough to penetrate eardrums and cause immense damage.

The relentless, frenzied attacks left Zhang Xuezhou seeing a group of people tumbling and rolling on the ground, completely incapacitated.

Even when the floodwaters rushed out, only some people struggled to escape, while others rolled on the ground trying to get away, and most people lay on the ground unable to move.

"Demon, be destroyed!"

Elder Tueryongduolu was not physically strong, but his mental strength was strong. The piercing sound that was loud to others could not knock him down, and the poison powder on his wrinkled old skin was not as painful as expected.

He was firing wildly into the air with a submachine gun.

The old man has good spirits, but his shooting accuracy is a bit lacking.

Amidst his frantic shouts, his submachine gun failed to hit any target in the air.

A giant moth flying in the air may seem like a target, but few people can hit such a moving target in complex environments.

When the floodwaters finally burst forth, even the Grand Elder was stunned.

"Could this be divine punishment upon my race?!"

His head was almost numb with pain.

Faced with the gushing waters dozens of meters high, he almost wanted to open his arms to welcome this disaster.

Only when the paladin guarding him grabbed him did Turyongdor manage to scramble away a little.

Tourland had previously drawn a boundary prohibiting entry, which actually saved everyone's lives. At least they didn't face the first wave of giant moths' direct attack, and their injuries were relatively minor. They also didn't encounter the flying rocks that came crashing down on them when the floodwaters came out.

"The chief is there!"

A paladin shouted, which immediately excited Turyondor.

"Our chief did not die at the hands of this demon, nor was he buried by this disaster, nor was he harmed by that traitor, Turlantu. Our chief is protected by the gods. Turkalando is the most legitimate chief of our tribe. Anyone who opposes our chief is showing the greatest disrespect to the gods!"

The madness of believers is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Just as Zhang Xuezhou finds it hard to understand why some believers would willingly hand over their wealth to a clay sculpture, which would then be given to the monks and Daoist priests in the temple.

A normal person would not give their wealth to a stranger, but as long as a clay idol is placed between the two, this connection is established.

This backwardness, which many in the Scarlet Alliance State find difficult to understand, is also referred to as a belief.

The thought process of the corresponding Grand Elder, Tueryongduolu, is different from that of ordinary people.

"The chief is God's chosen one; she will surely lead us through the darkness and into the light!"

Tueryongduolu's previously gloomy mood instantly brightened again.

He waved vigorously at Tulcarando and the others in the distance, and then a clever idea struck him. He arranged for the paladins to quickly drive and pick them up.

The falling rubble continued to tumble and pile up on the flat area at the cave entrance, but the paladin drove very steadily. Turyondorlu would occasionally stick his head out of the car, raise his submachine gun, and aim at the giant moth. If the giant moth rushed down to block them from welcoming the chief, Turyondorlu would definitely open fire and snipe it.

"Come on, demon! The gods protect us, we are not afraid of you!"

Amidst frantic shouts, the mountain bike roared as it surged forward through the jets of seawater.

The massive shock from the stone hitting the rear of the carriage did not affect Elder Tueryongduolu, nor did it affect the equally crazed paladin.

In everyone's eyes, there was only that disheveled figure, struggling to even breathe.

With a beautiful drift, the mountain bike has come to a stable, sideways position on the high ground near the cave entrance.

"Chief, chief..."

"Get on the bus!"

Before Tueryong could even exclaim, Wang Haoran, who had already spotted the vehicle, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Vehicles are not very useful against ferocious beasts, but they are an important means of transportation to replace legs.

No matter how fast he could run, his running speed was only similar to, or even slightly slower than, that of a vehicle. But with Ren Anran and the others on his team, it wasn't so easy for Wang Haoran to run.

More importantly, with vehicles, they gained the ability to fight and retreat simultaneously.

For example, the infinite swords that Zhang Xuezhou can unleash through magic, Ren Anran's Dragon Elephant Combat Technique, firearms, or special metals that he can throw with his hand.

As long as they weren't stuck in place, passively taking hits, and affected by the flood, Wang Haoran felt that everyone had a chance of escaping.

With a jerk of his right hand, Turkalando was shoved into the mountain bike, and Ren Anran quickly climbed in as well.

"Drive! Drive!"

Wang Haoran urged loudly.

With limited seating inside the vehicle, he, Zhang Xuezhou, and Zhang Manqian jumped directly onto the roof of the carriage. As they reached out to grab the window for support, Wang Haoran saw rocks falling towards the area where they were, which made him shout.

Get out of here as fast as you can!

His numerous urgings paled in comparison to a single command from Turcalando.

Wang Haoran's instructions were useless, but as soon as Turkalando finished speaking, the mountain bike's throttle was floored.

A plume of black smoke billowed from the rear of the vehicle as the mountain bike completely ignored the terrain and sped off, sliding and gliding.

The three people sitting on the roof of the car were almost thrown off, and the people inside the car were also bumped and knocked around.

"Turianty once achieved the third-best result among Alliance States racers, he must be... ah~"

With his chin being shoved hard by the butt of a gun, Elder Tueryongduolu shut his frenzied mouth.

"Fortunately, that expert soared into the sky!"

As the mountain bike sped away, Wang Haoran's gaze swept across the figures in the air.

He suffered a silent loss in a short-range encounter with Tourantu, who also suffered a great loss when he was swept into the sky by the sea flood. Tourantu even charged head-on into a giant moth flapping its wings in mid-air.

Those who are not in the Seventh Sequence would usually suffer serious injuries if they fell from a height of tens of meters, but after being repeatedly struck by the sea flood, Tuerlantu still had the ability to leap and weave back and forth on the giant moth.

As if dragged beneath an Airbus, Tourantu reached out and flicked and struck, constantly dodging beneath the giant moth.

This was undoubtedly a master of the sequence, which impressed Wang Haoran.

"That's really impressive!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at it and had to agree.

He could clearly see that the weapon in Thurlandu's hand resembled multiple grappling hooks, which, with repeated ejections and retractions, almost steadily hung beneath the giant moth's body.

Unless the giant moth lands on its own body or strikes a part of its own body, it has almost no chance of catching its prey in mid-air.

It was precisely because of the obstruction of this master that the giant moth ignored their escape.

"Although he blocked our way, he doesn't know anything about Haihong's situation. Once we reach a safer area, should we help him?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"You can give it a try!"

Wang Haoran nodded.

Saving an average person is of little use, but saving a highly skilled expert qualified to fight the giant moth would undoubtedly be of great value, and might even help them target the giant moth.

The two even discussed related tactics.

"That man is Tourantu; he's the one who planted the mines in the cave!"

When the elder, Tueryongduolu, who was holding his chin, muttered something, the two men's desire to rescue him immediately vanished.