Chapter 2237
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"Swish swish swish swish!"
"Swish swish swish swish!"
The sound kept echoing in his ears. It sounded familiar yet strange, but Mofan was on high alert. It felt like he would encounter something terrifying every time he heard the sound.
His vision was blurred. For some reason, it was difficult to open his eyes. His eyelids were stuck together.
A while later, he felt a burning pain all over his body. Mofan finally realized he was covered in bruises.
It was indeed dangerous to take such a risky flight. It was no different from a small plane crash this time.
"Where am I now? Have I reached the Eighth Mound? Why does it look like … (Sigh), my head is on the ground. I was wondering why I couldn't see anything," Mo Fan finally realized where he had landed after his vision cleared.
It was probably because his butt was stuck up and his face was facing the dirt. His eyes were most likely swollen, so he couldn't open them completely.
"Swish swish swish!"
Something light landed on his body. It was a lot and very fast, but it was not powerful. He would feel a sharp pain whenever it landed on his wounds.
He still could not move his body. It felt like his body was twisted into a fried dough twist.
Mofan could not remember what he had gone through. However, he was not going to try the Space Reversal again. He almost lost his life in it!
"Is there anyone here???"
"Is anyone here? Is this the Eighth Mound? I'm Lecturer Mo Yifan, the pilot of the plane that crashed. If there's anyone here, please apply some ointment on my wounds. The soil here stinks like dog poop …"
No one answered Mofan. The only sound he could hear was the sound of the rain.
"Phew!"
Suddenly, Mofan heard heavy breathing beside him.
Mofan was overjoyed.
Finally, there was someone here. God bless him. Every hero who fell off the cliff would find a martial arts manual and a beautiful girl. All he needed was someone to lend him a hand!
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
The person let out a deep roar. For some reason, the sound was both strange and familiar.
Mofan turned around with great difficulty and saw a pair of thick, furry legs. The feet looked like they were made of stone. The thick hair on the legs resembled a pair of dirty, brown pants. A bone axe dangled beside the creature's waist. It was stained with blood. The blood on the axe was dripping down the sharpest part of the axe after being washed away by the rain.
Mofan's heart skipped a beat. He was looking for a living person who could help him up, not a Hillman that was going to kill him with a swing of its axe!
Was this some kind of retribution? He had destroyed the Hillman's nest, yet the Hillman was giving him such a great gift!?
"Brother Hillman, I might not be able to move now, but I can still use a lot of my magic. You should stay away from me if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'm going to skin you alive!" Mo Fan snarled.
"Swish!
"Swish!"
The Hillman let out a mocking laugh, as if it could understand Mofan's words.
"Stop laughing, I'm going to use my Psychic Force as an arrow!"
Mo Fan was infuriated. He summoned an arrow out of thin air. The rain poured down like a curtain, but the arrow's position was empty, its outline clear.
"Whoosh!"
The Psychic Force Arrow pierced the back of the Hillman's head. The Hillman was still laughing when it suddenly stopped laughing. It stared at the Psychic Force Arrow in disbelief …
"BANG!"
The Hillman fell to the ground beside Mofan. Blood was pouring out of its body. Its face happened to be right in front of Mofan's face.
"I might not be able to move, but it doesn't mean I can't use my magic, idiot!" Mofan cursed.
The Hillman was not dead yet, either. It stared at Mo Fan with a strange expression in its final moments.
Mofan was confused by the Hillman's behavior when he heard footsteps approaching. Mofan saw pairs of bare feet stepping on the ground, followed by heavy breathing.
What the hell!?
Didn't he teleport to the Eighth Mound? How did he end up in a nest of Hillmen? Were they having a party?
"Is it too late for me to apologize to you? Brother Hillman, you have to pull yourself together! "Mofan said to the Hillman's face.
The Hillman's head tilted to the side as it lost all signs of life. It was unlikely that it could answer Mofan's question.
Mofan was left speechless. Why didn't he change his temper? Why did he have to shoot a hole in the Hillman's head with his Psychic Force? He did not even care about the dignity of a Warrior-level creature!
Mofan shook his head. He made up his mind to be friendly from now on, even when he was facing demon creatures.
Mm?
He could turn his head now …
It was good that it could rotate. That way, it could control more air and lock onto the surrounding targets.
Damn it, I'm not going to be friendly with you savages!
If you want my life, you'll have to kowtow to me and apologize first!
"Psychic Force, Inextricably Linked!"
The arrows that were clearly visible in the rain appeared again. They were fired accurately at the Hillmen who were glaring at them like tigers following Mofan's command.
He meant it when he said he would kowtow to them and apologize. Mofan carefully controlled the arrows and nailed them into the Hillmen's kneecaps. Blood splattered across the Hillmen's feet in the rain. The Hillmen all dropped to their knees as if they had stumbled into a king!
"Kowtow!"
The arrows lengthened under Mofan's control. They looked like spears. As soon as the Hillmen fell to their knees, the air spears stabbed their heads into the ground and nailed their heads to the muddy ground!
Their bodies were bent at an incredible angle as their heads were nailed to the ground. Their blood flowed and mixed with the rain. The Hillmen were fixed in the same position as the specimens. They circled around Mofan a few times. Most strangely, Mofan was in the same position too, even though he was being worshipped like an emperor.
He had been in the same position since he fell to the ground.
"Is there anyone here!?"
"Come and give me a hand!"
"Damn it, where am I … are there any creatures in the mountains? Come and give me a hand, I need to save the world. I can't afford to waste too much time here!"
The scent of blood lingered in the air. It easily attracted a huge group of demon creatures.
Mofan's bones had yet to recover. He could only bow to the Hillmen around him.
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