As time passed, Yang Feng and his companion sank deeper and deeper into the mud. Although their progress was slow, two-thirds of their bodies were already submerged.
Soon, it sank into the neck area.
"Yang Feng, I feel that we might be in trouble today." A hint of despair flashed in Han Shilan's beautiful eyes, but when she looked at Yang Feng, a glimmer of light appeared.
"Don't be afraid, even if I die, I won't let you die."
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 371 Deadly Swamp
As he spoke, Yang Feng activated the power of chaos within his body, which began to gradually transform around him, with an extremely pure yet domineering energy surrounding him.
Suddenly, he swung his large hand in the mud and pushed Han Shilan out in an instant.
Against the most powerful force, nothing is useful—nothing is borrowing strength, nothing is attraction, and nothing is defense!
Han Shilan felt a surge rising from below, and her body flew out of the mud pit, landing in the grass on the side of the mud pit, looking extremely disheveled.
Her pure white dress was completely covered in mud.
She quickly sat up and watched as Yang Feng slowly sank into the mud.
In fact, Yang Feng had used up almost all his strength in that push, and now he felt somewhat empty and powerless.
He had known before that his body could not withstand too much chaotic power, otherwise he might faint, or even die.
But now, he has no choice but to borrow the power of chaos once again.
However, the next moment, the energy in his body vanished instantly, and everything became empty.
He seemed like an ordinary person stuck in the mud, with no ability to struggle out.
"Yang Feng, Yang Feng, quickly grab onto the branch, that way you won't fall any further."
Han Shilan quickly picked up a branch from the ground and threw it next to Yang Feng, speaking anxiously.
Yang Feng lowered his eyes; his hands were stuck in the mud, and he couldn't grab onto the tree branches beside him.
Seeing this, Han Shilan was so anxious she was almost in tears. She said anxiously, "Didn't you say you were very capable? How come you're trapped in a swamp? Didn't you say you could get out by yourself? Can't you do this for my own good?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng slightly opened his eyes, looked at the slender tree branch beside him, and used the strength of his physical body to move his large hand in an arc. With great difficulty, he managed to stretch his arm out of the mud.
He clenched his teeth, gripped the slender branch beside him, and began to relax his entire body.
As expected, Yang Feng's body came to a standstill.
However, as Han Shilan gripped the top of the branch tightly, she found it getting heavier and heavier, and a sudden sense of panic began to creep into her heart.
She used all her strength to pull Yang Feng back, her delicate white hands bleeding from the twigs.
It was impossible for her to save Yang Feng, who was almost completely stuck in the mud, all by herself.
Unless two other people are nearby to rescue them with a thick rope.
So they need to wait for the rescue team.
But who lives on this desolate island?!
"Don't waste your energy. I probably won't be able to get up there. You must survive until the rescuers arrive." Yang Feng's face was extremely pale. It seemed that all the spiritual energy in his body had been swallowed up by the swamp, and he was completely powerless.
At this moment, the fact that he was able to reach out and grab the branch is already quite remarkable.
Perhaps it was some kind of belief that enabled him, who was originally powerless, to grab the branch that Han Shilan handed him.
"No, no!" Han Shilan cried, her delicate white hands refusing to let go of the branch, even though it was rubbed raw and bleeding.
"Hehe, silly girl, nothing is more important than surviving," Yang Feng said in a hoarse voice, though he was very worried about her.
He feared that after he died, she would have a hard time surviving alone on this desolate island.
So, Yang Feng closed his eyes, and with a thought, quickly summoned the starlight in the system space.
"Starlight, do you have any way to keep me alive?"
"Yes, there are, but you don't have enough system scrolls. It's your fault for not completing your tasks properly and always indulging in pleasure. Now that you're about to die, there's nothing I can do." Starlight sat in the system space, looking at Yang Feng outside through the screen, and replied helplessly.
If he dies, the system will essentially go into a deep sleep, which is equivalent to entering a state of annihilation.
"Not enough scrolls? How much more do you need? Can I buy them on credit?" Yang Feng replied helplessly.
“I can’t offer credit. That’s not up to me. You need two thousand scrolls to buy the future automated rescue robot, or you can spend 1,000 scrolls to buy a cultivation technique that can be practiced to the Heavenly Rank. Once you break through, you can fly away,” Starlight replied.
"Alright, what can I buy with these scrolls to keep Han Shilan alive? Is there anything?" Before Yang Feng died, his biggest worry was her, which is why he clung to this tree branch until the very end.
"have!"
[The Ultimate Wilderness Survival Guide] Even a newbie can survive in the most dangerous places. Cost: 50 scrolls
[Unlimited Campfire Tool] can be used to light nearly a hundred million fires and can scare away all ferocious beasts within a 50-meter radius. Cost: 50 scrolls
[Air Pistol] Can fire air pressure to attack enemies, with power comparable to a nuclear pistol. Cost: 200 scrolls
Seeing all these survival tools, Yang Feng didn't hesitate. He used up almost all his scrolls to buy them and threw them out of the swamp.