"Screech!"
Like a hot knife slicing through butter!
The Bone-piercing Corpse Guard was split in two diagonally without even a chance to scream!
Foul innards and thick black bodily fluids sprayed out!
Almost simultaneously with Fang Qingyu’s strike, Wei Banng moved!
Like violet lightning rged with the darkness, she instantly appeared beside another Corpse Guard lunging at Qin Hui and Qi Hao!
The dark violet dual blades silently drew two lethal arcs, precisely severing the Corpse Guard’s knee tendons and the sinews of its weapon-wielding arm!
The Corpse Guard’s movents were instantly rigid, off-balance!
Qin Hui’s heavy shield and Qi Hao’s rage-filled iron fist followed closely, the furious power instantly smashing it into a pile of broken bones and flesh!
And the target of the third Corpse Guard was unexpectedly Old Qiao and Jiang Wei in the middle of the team!
Its speed was extrely fast, the Bone Blade whistling through the toxic miasma straight towards Old Qiao’s throat!
Old Qiao was indeed the target.
But holding the recorder, there wasn’t the slightest fear in his eyes.
Because Jiang Wei’s small figure took half a step forward, her little hand, always held seemingly loose, suddenly opened and pushed forward!
"Whoosh—!"
A condensed, tangible orange-red fire line, like a Judgnt Spear lit in the darkness, reacted preemptively!
With precise accuracy, it blasted onto the tip of the Bone Blade thrust by the Corpse Guard!
Boom!
Intense flas erupted instantly!
The terrifying high temperature not only lted the Blade’s tip but climbed up the Bone Arm like a fleshy appendage!
The Bone-piercing Corpse Guard let out a heartrending howl, wildly flailing its burning arm, its phosphorus-like eyes filled with pain and fear.
In just a second, the flas devoured half its body, turning it into a charred carcass, collapsing with a thud.
The battle ended in a flash.
"Are you okay?" Fang Qingyu sheathed his blade and looked at Old Qiao.
"I’m fine! Thanks to Xiaojiang!" Old Qiao gratefully glanced at Jiang Wei.
"Record: Open cavern, encountered Bone-piercing Corpse Guards, three in number..." Fang Qingyu’s pace was swift.
"Understood!" Old Qiao restrained his heartbeat, quickly operating.
[New Life Ghost recorded: Bone-piercing Corpse Guard, reward 1 Skill Point]
The icon prompted again.
Just then, Wei Banng’s icy voice carried a hint of seriousness: "Look ahead!"
The crowd followed her gaze and saw deep in the cavity, near the entrance to deeper tunnels, several massive, tumor-like dark purple sacs adhered to the wall!
The surface of the sacs was covered with pulsing veins, bulging and contracting, continually spewing fine, glowing purple spores into the surrounding miasma!
"Mother Miasma Spore Sacs!" Old Qiao took a sharp breath looking at the tactical terminal’s updated shared database, "It’s marked as a dangerous target in the database! It can continuously produce and release highly concentrated Corpse Miasma Toxic Spores, not only enhancing the toxicity of the environnt, but the spores inhaled or in contact with skin will cause intense paralysis and erosion! It must be eliminated!"
Fang Qingyu’s eyes narrowed: "Xiaojiang, burn them!"
Jiang Wei nodded, her small face serious.
Her small hands once again ca together before her chest, invisible heat waves quickly gathering and compressing in her palms!
"Burn!"
Her small hand suddenly thrust forward! A fireball roared out, smashing precisely onto the largest central spore sac!
Boom——!!!
A violent explosion accompanied by blinding firelight!
Orange-red flas like blooming flowers instantly consud several Mother Miasma Sacs completely!
The horrifying high temperature scorched the tough flesh walls to black, curling and sizzling!
Those deadly purple spores emitted subtle popping sounds in the flas, turning to ash in a mont!
The strong burning stench instantly overwheld the stench of decay.
[New Life Ghost recorded: reward 1 Skill Point]
The firelight gradually extinguished, leaving nothing but charred traces and faint wisps of smoke.
The entrance to the deeper tunnel was exposed, and the miasma flowing out seed slightly thinner.
"Marked: Poisonous Miasma Capsule Removal Point." Fang Qingyu ordered. He glanced at the tir on the tactical terminal; the effectiveness of the Poisonous Miasma Pill had elapsed nearly two hours ago. "That’s about it; the first exploration ends here. Record all information and return the way we ca."
The group quickly organized themselves, cautiously and swiftly retracing their steps along the marked path as the miasma grew thicker and the strange howling sounds gradually increased, exiting through the D-7 entrance.
As they passed through the thick, cold force field barrier once again, the salty sea breeze rushed into their lungs, and everyone felt as if they had returned from another world.
The afterglow of the sunset was sowhat piercing, but extrely precious.
Upon returning to the temporary base, they uploaded the recorded data to the shared network and gave a brief report.
Just as the briefing was completed, the shrill assembly broadcast echoed throughout the camp: "Attention all exploration teams! Attention all exploration teams! The force field has entered its nightti activity phase; the activity and aggressiveness of the Corpse Seed and Life Ghost will increase significantly! Close all entrances imdiately! Repeat, close all entrances imdiately! Teams not returned, report your location imdiately and request support!"
As night fell, the purple-black force field enveloping the pit seed to grow more eerily profound, and the howling sounds from within beca dense and furious.
"Well, Heaven itself is giving us a break," Qin Hui wiped the gri off his face and exhaled a long breath, the tense nerves relaxed, and the muscle soreness and ntal fatigue surged over him like a tide.
"Want to find a place to relax?" Old Qiao suggested with an expectant look. "I’ve heard there’s a ’Floating Lamp’ bar in Songdu East Port District; the landlady is a great beauty, her cocktails are exquisite, and the environnt is peaceful."
"Floating Lamp?" Fang Qingyu looked at Wei Banng, "Join us?"
Wei Banng was silent for a mont, her cold eyes sweeping over the expectant faces of the group, then she nodded imperceptibly: "Mm."
Passing through the still bustling and noisy, neon-lit Songdu East Port District.
Away from the uneasy feeling emanating from the direction of the force field, the Floating Lamp Bar quietly nestled at the end of a relatively secluded coastal alley, resembling a true floating lamp.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a series of clear and crisp bell chis emanated from the copper bell hanging above the door.
Inside and outside the door felt like two different worlds.
Outside was the hustle and bustle of the port city and the intangible pressure brought by the pit, while inside was lazy blues jazz, warm and soft lighting, and the air filled with the rich fragrance of fine wines.
The landlady seed to be absent.
The group found a window-side seat with a view of the port’s nightscape.
Qin Hui and the others ordered draft beer and whiskey, Fang Qingyu opted for a soda water, and Wei Banng chose a glass of pure water.
Jiang Wei quietly sat next to Fang Qingyu, sipping on juice and curiously observing her surroundings.
After a few drinks, the atmosphere relaxed considerably.
Old Qiao and Lv Chen discussed the challenges of tunnel mapping, while Qin Hui and Qi Hao reminisced about the day’s battles.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze drifted to Wei Banng, quietly sipping her water across from him, and he casually asked, "Thanks for the matter of the list. Shangjing... didn’t give you any trouble, did they?"
Wei Banng set down her glass and, with her cold gaze fixed on Fang Qingyu, remained silent for two seconds before speaking in her characteristically bland tone: "Grounded for a month."
Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, then understood.
"Sorry."
"It’s okay." Wei Banng shook her head, her gaze shifting to the shimring harbor outside the window.
At that mont, the curtain behind the bar was gently lifted by a slender white hand.
A woman walked out.
She was dressed in a wine-red velvet gown that perfectly outlined her breathtaking curves.
Her chestnut wavy hair hung lazily over her shoulders, her features exquisitely sculpted, and her amorous eyes sparkled with a mature woman’s alluring grace.
A faint smile played on her lips as her gaze swept across the bustling bar, eventually landing precisely on their table, particularly on Fang Qingyu.
She walked toward them with graceful steps.
As she approached, a faint yet distinctly cold ocean breeze-like fragrance from her perfu subtly overshadowed the other scents in the bar.
"You all look unfamiliar, is it your first ti at the Floating Lamp?" The woman’s voice was as rich and lazy as vintage wine, with an irresistible smile, her gaze as sharp as a hook, firmly locking onto Fang Qingyu.
Fang Qingyu looked up, eting the woman’s eyes.
In that instant of eye contact, Fang Qingyu’s pupils contracted sharply!
In his vision, above the woman’s head, an unmistakable scarlet na floated:
[Divine Chosen]
However, Fang Qingyu’s expression did not change in the slightest; even his usual stern lines ford a small, naturally upward curve, revealing a calm and nearly indifferent smile.
Fang Qingyu slowly stood up, moving with leisurely composure, as if out of sheer politeness.
"The landlady?"
"Su Wanqing."
The woman extended her slender jade hand, wrapped in a black lace glove, her smile seductive yet in her eyes lay a hint of amusent and scrutiny.
Fang Qingyu extended his hand, grasping the cool and delicate hand, smooth as fine jade.
"Fang Qingyu."
Their hands clasped together.
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