This is such a freaking unbelievable situation!
"If it really is Monarch Level, we might still struggle a bit." Jiang Bihuai moaned.
"The mountains recorded were not very high, and the highest cultivation of demon beasts recorded was about Saint Level, and they were hard to encounter, and even if encountered, they weren’t competitive... But the facts after coming in are..."
The more Jiang Bixiao spoke, the less energy he had.
Thinking of that centipede as big as a hill, devouring over thirty people in one bite... How can this be called uncompetitive?
"So the question is... the world rules have changed. But how could the world rules change?"
Jiang Bihuai asked weakly.
This question, Jiang Bixiao didn’t know how to answer.
Because they simply didn’t know.
Now, he was completely bewildered.
If it was soone like Yan Beihan and Fang Che who basically knew nothing and ca in and encountered this situation, it would be easier to accept: oh, this is just how the world is. No need to make a fuss, just try to survive.
But unfortunately, it’s those like them who think they know everything, only to find their supposed intel is nothing but crap.
The sense of collapse is indescribable.
"The brothers and sisters have all scattered..."
Jiang Bihuai turned his head and sighed: "Think of a way... to see if we can gather them."
Jiang Bixiao shivered, fear in his eyes: "Bro... don’t attract that big centipede, okay?"
Jiang Bihuai shuddered as well, after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said: "We can only take it one step at a ti. This hell of a place, these damn rules, this is really screwing us over..."
As he spoke, he started cursing again: "Those damned old farts, they should all be damned..."
...
Fang Che and Yan Beihan passed the night by the lakeside in trepidation.
Due to the life-and-death crisis.
Their tents, initially separated by several hundred feet, were moved next to each other.
Just separated by two big trees.
Little Bear was actually happy, running out of Yan Beihan’s tent at night and sneaking into Fang Che’s sleeping bag.
Under such life-and-death pressure, with mighty demon beasts nearby, Yan Beihan couldn’t even get angry.
The sun rose.
They seized every mont to practice and rest.
"How do you feel about this place... for example, if the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear and the Dream Cutting Blade of Love ca here... how would it be?" Fang Che asked.
Yan Beihan understood his aning, thought it over carefully, and said: "I feel with their strength, from what we’ve seen so far, sweeping through should not be a problem."
"And that roar?"
"It should be able to sweep through... I guess." Yan Beihan said: "It’s said that Duan Shouzuo once pierced three thousand miles with one spear, slaying a venerable saint. A long howl that leveled seven cities... Of course, that’s just legend; I’ve never witnessed it myself."
Fang Che furrowed his brow, without saying anything.
He just carefully pondered the comparison of strength and the next thods for survival.
Until...
"Little Bear seems to have changed." Yan Beihan’s sowhat surprised voice ca.
"Changed?"
Fang Che looked and said: "...It hasn’t changed. It still looks like the sa fool, doesn’t it?"
"How can you say it hasn’t changed, you n are so careless." Yan Beihan gave him a look and said: "Its black fur has beco crystal clear, looking like it’s going to glow, especially under the sunlight... and that tuft of white hair between its brows is even more noticeable."
Fang Che belatedly observed carefully, scratched his head: "Seems like there’s indeed so..."
Yan Beihan was quite dissatisfied: "How can it be ’so’? This is an earth-shattering change, alright?"
Fang Che chuckled without arguing.
You’re right, you’re always right.
Anyway, I didn’t notice it being that obvious.
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