Lin Qian, who had successfully entered the small world, looked at the scenery in front of him with a gloomy mood.
The dusky sky seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and it was extremely gloomy. As far as the eye could see, there was only dry land and withered trees in front of him. It was exactly like a dead land.
The only difference was that compared to the dead land in the daytime, the withered forest in front of him did not have any thick fog at all.
"I wonder where that Black Blood Clan member is in this small world right now." Lin Qian looked around cautiously.
Because he was about to face a Life and Death Realm member.
"Humph!" Lin Qian revealed a cold smile as he looked at the dusky world in front of him. "Life and Death Realm? This is really challenging. "
As he thought about it, Lin Qian directly rushed forward.
Golden lightning circled Lin Qian's footsteps from time to time, as if golden lightning was chasing after his footsteps.
Two hours later …
Lin Qian stood on a mountain peak of a small world, looking around with an emotional expression.
He could cross the range of the dead land in the middle ancient ruins in an hour, and the range was not big.
But now, he had been moving forward for two hours, and the scenery was still lifeless, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
"Could it be that this small world has been completely turned into a dead land?" Lin Qian thought about it and was secretly shocked.
After thinking for a while, Lin Qian raised both of his hands slightly, and eight round tactical mirrors appeared, floating in eight directions around him.
The eight tactical mirrors showed the scenery in eight directions, and they constantly zoomed in and searched for suspicious places.
Lin Qian looked at the scene on the tactical mirror beside him. It was still the same dry ground, countless withered trees, and bare mountain rocks.
The tactical mirror was controlled by the Ministry of Heavenly Works. Lin Qian sat down cross-legged, recovering the soul power he had used to rush to the front line. In such a place, he had to ensure that he was at his peak condition at all times.
"Your Majesty, there's a situation!" Just as Lin Qian was recovering his Soul Power, a voice suddenly rang out in his head.
Lin Qian opened his eyes, and the system chat box appeared before him. Zhuge Ming's face appeared.
"What's the situation?" Although Lin Qian did not speak, his voice was still transmitted, resounding within the Performance Hall.
"A hundred meters to the west, humans and zombies are fighting." Hearing Zhuge Ming's report, Lin Qian looked at the corresponding tactical mirror.
When he saw the situation above, he quickly rushed towards the west.
The tactical mirror was put away into the Hua Xia Empire. He leaped like a fish into the water. His arms were close to his side as he dove down the mountain.
Just as Lin Qian was approaching the ground and his head was about to hit it, he suddenly flipped over and landed on the ground.
Boom!
The sound of him hitting the ground rang out, and the originally dry and cracked ground collapsed in a circular fashion. Cracks continuously spread in all directions.
Crackle, crackle …
The soul power of the scarlet-gold lightning instantly enveloped Lin Qian's entire body. He exerted force with his feet, and the circular crater in the ground collapsed once more.
Bang!
A bolt of reddish-gold lightning bolted forward from the collapsed pit. The shattered soil behind it flew in all directions as it charged straight ahead.
Even though there was a withered tree in front of him, Lin Qian did not avoid it. He directly charged forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Lin Qian approached, the withered tree also moved. Its sharp, withered branches were like thin swords as they stabbed towards his body.
However, these withered branches were unable to penetrate the lightning soul power on his body. They were directly broken.
Wood fragments flew everywhere, and the withered tree in front of Lin Qian was instantly smashed into pieces.
Lin Qian was simply unstoppable at this moment, and he frantically charged forward.
While Lin Qian was frantically running, the battle that Zhuge Ming was observing was still ongoing in front of him.
Dozens of zombies were roaring as they chased after the three humans in front of them.
Among the three of them, the one with the strongest cultivation was a burly man with a full beard. He was wielding a huge stone sword in his hand.
Every time a zombie approached them, he would send them flying with a swing of his sword.
In front of him, there was a young boy and girl who looked to be around 14 years old. They were injured and covered in blood, and they were fleeing miserably. They did not even dare to look back.
"Run, run forward. Don't look back. The faster, the better." When the girl looked back in fear, the bearded man holding the huge stone sword would suddenly shout at the girl.
The girl turned her head obediently and continued to run forward with all her might. She did not know when she had lost one of her shoes.
Whether it was the bearded man or the boy and girl, their clothes were unusually simple, and there was no craftsmanship to speak of at all. It looked like clothes and pants made of coarse linen.
The original color of the clothes of the three people could no longer be seen. They were full of stains, and now they were stained with a lot of blood.
The girl cried as she ran, and when her tears streaked across her cheeks, they were mixed with black dirt.
As for the boy, he just clenched his teeth and held the girl's hand as he ran forward with all his might.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the girl was not careful and tripped over a crack in the dry and cracked ground. The boy hurriedly helped the girl up, carried her on his back, and continued to run.
But this way, his speed was obviously a lot slower.
"Run, run quickly!" The bearded man hardened his heart and shouted at the boy and girl. He stopped retreating and stood firmly in place. He raised the huge stone sword and rushed towards the pursuing zombies.
The man's angry roar even overshadowed the roars of the zombies.
Obviously, the man's strength was extremely great. Every time he waved the stone sword, he could hit a zombie and send it flying.
But the number of dozens of zombies was far from what he could deal with alone. If he did not pay attention, the zombies would pounce on him.
Seizing the opportunity, the zombies swarmed up and bit the skin and flesh on his body.
"Ah!" The man roared, and his body burst out a bright red soul light, shaking the zombies away. But even so, his left arm had been bitten off, and his body was bathed in blood.
"Father!" Suddenly, a mourning voice came from behind him. The man looked back and found that the boy and girl were still not far behind him, and in the direction where they originally escaped, there were more than a dozen zombies.
"Children, father is sorry, I am sorry." The bearded man knelt on the ground, his face full of despair. This iron tower-like tough man, in such a situation, shed tears of unwillingness.
"Father!" The boy and girl also came to their father's side and knelt on the ground, their faces full of grief.
They had already been appointed.
Roar!
The undead didn't have any sympathy. The closest undead roared, opened its mouth, and rushed over.
Just as the three people closed their eyes in despair, waiting for death, a roar came from the sky.
"Get lost!"
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