Aoyama Hayabusa preened his feathers in the tree canopy: "Chirp!"
(Why the hell don't you go?!)
Ding-dong: "Ding-dong!"
(I'm scared!)
Aoyama Hayabusa: "Chirp!"
(I'm scared too. Didn't you see there's an air force stationed outside the battlefield? And a demigod is here too. I'm not going.)
Dingdong hesitated for a long time on the tree, then suddenly turned around and climbed down the trunk.
Aoyama Hayato paused for a moment, then chirped!
(Are you looking for death?)
"Ding-dong!"
(Mind your own business!)
After landing on the ground with a thud, the giant set off towards the edge of the forbidden forest. Along the way, he had to be careful not to step on any small animals or insects on the ground, and also to avoid his tall body crashing into trees and damaging bird nests and eggs.
Dingdong bent down and ran away.
But when he reached the edge of the forbidden area, he suddenly stopped.
He looked at the outside world and hesitated.
Dingdong has never left this place.
The old folks say it's dangerous outside.
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Return countdown: 22:00:00.
2 a.m.
In the mountains and fields, several people suddenly emerged from the ground.
Everyone was breathing heavily, trying to get the fresh air in.
Sun Chuci and Tuanzi collapsed to the ground, as if they had just drowned and been pulled ashore.
Just now, Zard led them underground for three minutes to evade a group of army soldiers searching for them.
To evade the mechanical hounds' sense of smell, they had to go deep underground, and everyone had to hold their breath and endure it.
The more powerful a superhuman is, the stronger their physical functions are, and the more oxygen they need.
So even if a demigod falls into the water without any preparation, their breath-holding time is only 3 to 5 minutes, which is only slightly better than that of a normal person.
Zard looked overjoyed, and Qingchen asked curiously, "What are you so happy about? We're being chased."
Zard looked at everyone and laughed, "None of you could hold your breath as long as I could! You've lost this match!"
Qing Chen: "..."
What kind of competition is this? Everyone's trying to escape right now, who has the mind to compete with you on who can hold their breath the longest?
At this moment, Zard seemed to realize something: "No, it was Mr. Shadow who won. He doesn't need to breathe now, so I can't beat him."
"What kind of thought process do you have?" Qing Chen asked. "Can't you improve your Earth Release technique? You have to hold your breath every time you use Earth Release. What if you suffocate one of those times?"
Zard paused for a moment and said, "I think holding your breath is really cool, it's a lot of fun. When I was a kid, my favorite thing to do was to hold my breath in a basin with Huanyu."
Zard and Huanyu have known each other since they were children!
No wonder these two, one from the Qing family and the other from the Chen family, got mixed up together after transmigrating; they were childhood friends from the real world.
Sun Chuci sat in a valley, panting: "There are too many blockade lines in the south. It feels like the whole mountain is full of people. And those bastards have even laid dozens of minefields. They're too ruthless."
For almost a whole day, they were constantly running around, and every time they had just rested for a short while, they would be found by soldiers searching all over the mountains and fields.
There are at least four thousand soldiers in these mountains, and they are carrying heavy firepower. Even an A-rank soldier like Zard would have a hard time getting through.
Fortunately, the Shenyou airship had been breached and the Yunting had escaped; otherwise, with phased array radar constantly scanning in the sky, they would have been in even more trouble.
"How about you try waking Mr. Shadow up again, Dean?" Sun Chuci suggested tentatively.
Qingchen carefully put the shadow down, then leaned close to his ear and said, "Chen Yu is here."
Lee Byung-hee is here!
Chen Yu said you're no good at fighting!
As a result, the shadow still didn't react at all.
Qing Chen gave up...
Tuanzi asked cautiously, "What if we can't get out?"
Sun Chuci glanced at her: "Don't say discouraging things."
Tuanzi whispered, "I'm not trying to be discouraging... I mean, even if we can't get out, I won't regret it. Why don't we let Yangyang take Mr. Shadow away first, and we can stay here and deal with them?"
Looking at the serene face of the shadow beside him, and thinking of how the other had painstakingly planned everything for him over the past ten years, Qing Chen slowly said, "We will definitely get out. I don't know what he is waiting for right now, but I must make him wait."
"Hey, where's Yangyang? Is she lost?" Tuanzi asked curiously.
Everyone looked around, but couldn't see Yangyang anywhere.
However, at that moment, Qing Chen suddenly stood up: "Be careful, someone is coming."
Footsteps could be heard gradually approaching the entrance to the valley.
The voice arrived before the person.
Someone laughed and said, "What kind of behavior is it for the dignified Lord of Daylight, the son of the Qing family head, to be fleeing for his life in the wilderness?"
Qingchen frowned and looked behind him. On the other side, a young man carrying a bamboo basket walked in, with eight scrolls inside.
The two people in front and behind were both unfamiliar faces. One was clearly a young master of the Chen family, whose temperament was very similar to Chen Yu's. The other person's identity was unknown.
The painter Chen smiled and looked at Qing Chen: "Is that Shadow over there? I never thought that the dignified Shadow would end up in a coma."
"Go or fight?" Zard looked at Qingchen, and when he turned his head, the little sapling on his head was still swaying.
Qing Chen frowned, picked up Shadow, and said, "Let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zard transformed into a cloud of sand that enveloped Qing Chen and the others, dragging them all down into the ground.
But the next moment, the unidentified expert smiled and pressed his hands to the ground.
In an instant, the ground in front of him began to turn red, and huge flames penetrated the ground and burned it. The once good soil suddenly turned into magma!
The magma was burning fiercely underground, trying to block Zard's path.
Qing Chen thought to himself that things were not good. These people knew Zard's abilities, so they specifically chose a fire element awakener to counter him.
Zard cried out in pain as he led Qingchen and the others back to the ground. His left hand had been accidentally touched by the lava, and it was now scorched, showing signs of glazing.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Zard yelled in pain.
The earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique used to escape death) that had repeatedly succeeded in was no longer usable.
The fire-elemental awakener laughed, "You all don't actually think that after we've made our move, we'll allow you to use the same tricks again, do you?"
Chapter 641, A Friend from Afar
At this moment, the fire elementalist, now engulfed in flames, looked at Zard's injuries and said, "Did you really think you could run around like an earth elementalist?"
"Is the injury serious?" Qing Chen ignored him and turned to ask Zard instead.
When ordinary people get burned on their arms, their skin is burned open and the flesh is torn open. But Zard is different. After he was burned, his palms were like the glaze on porcelain. His palms were like porcelain and could no longer move.
Zard looked at his palm in pain: "Now, I can't use my ability to turn my whole body into sand."
There are limitations to full-body sandification. If a limb is already glazed, forcibly sandification would mean that Zard would lose his right hand forever.
It will no longer turn into sand and will have a chance to slowly recover. Just wait for Zard to slowly shed its enamel, like shedding its shell.
At this moment, Zard's facial muscles twitched from the pain. He looked at the fire elemental awakener, then at his own palm, and gritted his teeth, saying, "It's quite beautiful!"
The fire elemental awakener paused for a moment, then laughed: "Very tough, but useless."
At this moment, Zard looked at Qingchen with some grievance: "Boss, I'm sorry, one of the Purple Orchid Stars burned inside my body."
Qingchen suddenly felt a lump in his throat: "What is a single Purple Orchid Star? It's good that you can recover."
He always felt that the other person's mind was as simple as a child's.
On the other side, the painter Chen had already taken off the bamboo basket from his back and placed it on the ground. He silently looked at Qing Chen and the others, and then picked and chose from the bamboo basket.
That look was like a butcher checking which knife to use before slaughtering a pig.
Qing Chen laughed. How did he become a lamb to the slaughter?
He conjured a black sniper rifle with a wave of his hand and pulled the trigger at Chen Bing, but in the instant he raised his hand, Chen Bing had already twisted and crushed a scroll with his bare hands.
As Qing Chen pulled the trigger, a tall Golden Guard stood in front of Chen Bing.
The Golden Guard was two meters tall, clad in bright armor, with a breastplate on his chest, and carrying a giant axe in his hand.
The black sniper bullets struck the breastplate, barely penetrating it but failing to cause fatal damage.
The painter, Chen, stood behind the Golden Guard and continued casually picking through the bamboo basket to select scrolls: "It took me 32 days to paint this Golden Guard. The pigments were all made from minerals ground from forbidden lands, the armor is outlined with gold powder, and the red cloth on the armor is colored with my blood. You can't do anything about him, so it's worth it."
The Chen family painters have always had the upper hand in battles; for them, the preparations for battle are already completed before the battle even begins.
They use a painting they've spent a year creating to attack one person, which in itself is a huge advantage.
Three hundred years ago, during the Chen family crisis, an old man in the family who never participated in battles took out 1,231 scrolls and, burning his life force, twisted them all to pieces.
That day, the southern wilderness seemed to have fallen into a bizarre and fantastical world, with countless Buddhas and ancient beasts appearing one after another.
It truly is a case of one man guarding the pass, making it impenetrable to ten thousand.
This old man was deeply engrossed in calligraphy and painting during his lifetime. For him, the meaning of painting was simply painting, not a tool for fighting.
Therefore, this old man remained unknown throughout his life within the Chen family.