High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 30: Wolf Fang Ring, Bloodline Alien Race

As the words fell, Zhou Yuan staggered, groaned, and lost consciousness.

Alien Race surprise attack on the main camp?!

Are all the others dead?!!!

Little One’s face turned pale; she must not have misheard, right?

"Wolf, Uncle Wolf, did he just say that everyone else is dead?"

Su Mu was also shocked at this mont; he had anticipated that the situation was dire, but the severity still exceeded his expectations.

He took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and on it was a picture of his wife and child. After looking at it several tis, a surge of strength rose within him. Su Mu took a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressed the fear and unease in his heart.

He picked up the Alien Race scimitar and handed it to Little One.

"Take this for protection."

Little One stood there holding the scimitar, stunned, while Su Mu began scavenging the corpses. A little more resources ant a little more chance of survival at the mont.

After so exploration, Su Mu first found a dark red beast claw-shaped token.

"This is... an Alien Race Battle Order?"

The usage thod should be the sa; Su Mu channeled Qi and Blood into it. After discovering that there were no other red light clusters nearby, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this mont, Su Mu frowned slightly. Besides that scimitar and Battle Order, there was nothing else on this Alien Race, which was obviously abnormal.

But this place was not safe for a long stay. Just as he was getting up to leave, he unexpectedly saw a not-so-obvious, wolf fang-shaped bronze ring on the severed arm of the Alien Race.

Could it be that thing?

Su Mu’s eyelid twitched. He nonchalantly took the ring off, then carried the unconscious Zhou Yuan on his back.

"Let’s go, Little One."

Little One suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that Su Mu’s expression remained calm, which imdiately gave her a sense of reassurance like a powerful stimulant. Yes, Uncle Wolf is still here.

"Uncle Wolf, wait!"

Little One hurriedly picked up the two Battle Orders on the ground, which Su Mu had forgotten in the mont because he was not entirely composed either.

As the Battle Orders were brought close to the Alien Race’s corpse, the first Battle Order suddenly accumulated four thousand points. Seeing this, Little One’s pupils shrank, and she covered her mouth with her small hand.

"Four thousand points... Uncle Wolf, what you just killed was a Fourth Level Alien Race!"

So it was a Fourth Level Alien Race; no wonder its reaction speed was astonishing.

Thus, it seed reasonable that the ring appeared in this Alien Race’s possession.

Su Mu was surprised at his sudden realization, but he also knew this wasn’t his true combat ability; it was just a result of the sneak attack combined with a fifty percent increase in strength.

And even the flesh of a Fourth Level Martial Artist was not as formidable as Su Mu imagined; being sneak-attacked would still lead to death under the knife.

"Just a fluke, we shouldn’t linger here, let’s go."

Two knife strikes to kill a Fourth Level Alien Race; although Little One was aware it was under a sneak attack, it also implied Uncle Wolf’s strength was indeed astonishing.

Uncle Wolf was a Fourth Level powerhouse!

In an instant, Su Mu’s image beca larger-than-life in Little One’s mind. She seed to have found her backbone, quickly extracting the points and catching up to Su Mu.

After the three had traveled over ten kiloters from their original location, Su Mu halted, simultaneously observing the state of his Battle Order and the Alien Race Battle Order, confirming there were no pursuers behind. He took out a map to orient himself.

"Head in this direction, to Little Maple Forest."

"Okay." Without thinking, Little One responded.

At dawn, a lush mountain range appeared before the two. Little Maple Forest was a First Level resource point, not very remarkable, but passing through it allowed a detour to the main camp, which was exactly what Su Mu had in mind.

Beside a small stream, Su Mu set down the unconscious Zhou Yuan and then took out a few bottles of healing dicine and a simple bandage from his body.

"Uncle Wolf, I’ve learned a little about bandaging, leave him to , you should recover your Qi and Blood first."

Su Mu nodded, handing over the healing dicine and bandage. He turned around and discreetly examined that wolf fang ring. If his guess was correct, it should be a Space Ring.

This object was not common, extrely expensive, with even the lowest grade Space Ring selling for dozens or even hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.

The function of a Space Ring was also quite simple, containing an additional universe within the ring with a small space for holding items. The most powerful aspect was its portability; like secondary weapons, elixirs, and harvested Spirit Fruits could all be directly placed into the ring.

Generally, using a Space Ring requires the use of Spiritual Power.

But since this ring appeared in the hand of a Fourth Level Alien Race, it’s probably a Space Ring with special modifications.

Imdiately, Su Mu tried channeling a trace of Qi and Blood into it. The intricate patterns on the Beast Claw Ring were instantly illuminated, and Su Mu entered a kind of introspective, mysterious state.

Simultaneously, a Spirit Stone Mountain unexpectedly appeared before Su Mu’s eyes.

Hiss!

Su Mu’s breathing beca sowhat rapid.

The Spirit Stone Mountain in front of him was comprised of low-grade Spirit Stones. Calculating a small sack of Spirit Stones as ten thousand each, a rough estimate would suggest there were three hundred thousand Spirit Stones?

This was absolutely a massive fortune.

Now, the Spirit Stones to extract Superpowers were settled!

In addition to the Spirit Stone Mountain, the Space Ring contained about a dozen small porcelain bottles, most of which had labels in the Alien Race script that Su Mu could not decipher.

However, four bottles were in human script: two bottles of Second Level Qi Blood Pills, one bottle of Third Level Blood Sinking Pill, and one bottle of Third Level Blood Returning Pill.

Apart from Spirit Stones and elixirs, there was a small pile of blood-stained weapons, many of which were chopped off together with arms, shocking to behold.

Su Mu felt slightly heavy-hearted, his mind already conjuring the carnage at the main camp from last night.

Instantly, a faint sense of despair, oppressive and lingering, enveloped his heart.

If Su Mu had a choice right now between the Space Ring and leaving the battlefield, he would unhesitatingly choose the latter, but he had no choice.

Sighing lightly, Su Mu quietly took out a few bottles of elixirs, put them in his backpack, and entered a cultivation state.

...

In the human race’s main camp, a tall Alien Race with dark red skin looked in a certain direction, anger and dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Tucha, that useless one, is dead."

"Honorable Nanu, are you saying Captain Tucha is dead?" The remaining mbers of Tucha’s squad were shocked.

Just now, their captain had led them in pursuit of a human Third Level Martial Artist, intending to flush out any fish that slipped the net. During the period, their captain had them return while he chased alone.

"Are you questioning ?"

"I wouldn’t dare!" The few people beca fearful, hurriedly kneeling to the ground, "Master Nanu, we will go now to kill that lowly human and avenge Captain Tucha."

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, no need; this ti I will go myself. Yuliss, you take people..."

"Ray Nanu, the human race outside the battlefield is definitely repairing the space channel. Ti is running short; have you forgotten our real mission for this trip?" A female Alien Race with similarly dark red skin coldly interrupted Nanu.

"Yida, take the mbers of Tucha’s squad to find and kill the humans responsible, and cut off their heads to present to ."

"Your orders, Your Excellency!"

"Nanu, let’s move out." The female Alien Race urged him. Although Nanu was sowhat displeased, killing was indeed not their primary objective this ti, and he couldn’t delay the important task entrusted to him by the tribe, especially since he had already enjoyed the slaughter last night.

Human Fifth Level Martial Artists had all fallen to his hand, and the rest were rely fish that slipped the net.

"Everyone, move out!"

...

"Dead, everyone is dead."

"Uncle Zhou, he, along with two other Fifth Level Martial Artists from Corps and the Martial Arts Association, perished. They all died under the sa spear; that Alien Race was a monster. After just a few exchanges, Uncle Zhou t his tragic end, his head pierced through by a spear..." Zhou Yuan, upon waking, beca increasingly emotional.

Three Fifth Level Martial Artists perished, and all at the hands of the sa Alien Race?

Moreover, within just a few exchanges they killed a Fifth Level Martial Artist?

Could it be a Sixth Level Alien Race?!!!

Despair filled Su Mu’s heart, but he forcibly suppressed it, placing his hands on Zhou Yuan’s shoulders.

"Zhou Yuan stay calm, tell how many Alien Races there are altogether? How many Fifth Level Alien Races ca, and was the Alien Race you ntioned... a Sixth Level?"

As Su Mu finished speaking, Little One instantly felt suffocated, almost unable to breathe.

Even Fifth Level, or even Sixth Level Alien Races appeared?!

Isn’t this supposed to be a miniature Alien Race battlefield?

"Our main camp should have over seven hundred people, while the Alien Race only had half our number, or even less... so our first reaction to the assault was to counterAttack."

"But they dispatched at least ten Fifth Level powerhouses... led by that monster, last night was just a massacre..."

"The leader of those monsters shouldn’t be a Sixth Level, but his skin was dark red, suggesting he was an Alien Race with a special bloodline."

Bloodline Alien Race?!!!