Wei Banng’s eyes flickered with a cold light, instantly understanding Fang Qingyu’s intention.
It’s those desperadoes in the outposts, or the cleaners raised by certain forces!
This kind of people are like a malignant tumor, specializing in ambushing solitary or seemingly "fat sheep" teams on the outskirts of outposts or in the wilderness, committing robbery and murder.
"Interesting." A cold arc appeared at the corner of Wei Banng’s mouth. The shadow of being watched turned into a sharp battle intent. "It seems soone thinks we’re easy to deal with."
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan also realized, revealing grim smiles on their faces.
Profound Level?
Or was it forcibly stacked with Life Ghost materials?
In the eyes of these core disciples of top martial arts halls, such characters are just clay chickens and pottery dogs.
"Let’s go, get what we need and set off. Thunderstorm Cloud Sea."
Wei Banng no longer looked around and decisively reported the required supplies at the counter.
Just a few modified hyenas, not worth disrupting their plan.
After the exchange was completed, the five did not linger, stepping briskly toward the massive alloy gate leading to the external storm amid the turbid air and countless ambiguous, unclear gazes within the outpost.
The gate opened with a roar, and the violent wind and rain pounded them once again.
The five did not hesitate at all, their figures quickly disappearing into the dark rain curtain, heading swiftly towards the direction marked as the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea on the map.
Leaving the outpost range, they ventured deep into the wilderness.
The rain, cold and bone-chilling, stung their faces painfully.
The wind roared and howled like countless giant beasts in their ears, and the gravel it swept up crackled densely against the protective Qi Blood.
The dark red rocks beneath their feet beca slippery like oiled leather under the torrential rain, requiring intense Qi Blood control with every step to maintain balance.
The view was fragnted by the gray rain curtain, and visibility was extrely low.
They could barely make out the contours of the rugged terrain a few tens of ters ahead.
But what was more awe-inspiring was this world itself.
"This... is the Abyss..."
Chu Kuanglan wiped the rain off his face, his voice distorted by the howling wind.
He looked up at the lead-gray, seemingly collapsing heavy cloud layer, his eyes filled with shock and a trace of barely perceptible reverence.
"It feels... completely different from the weather in our world, this is the true... Power of Nature!"
Lu Jiuyuan kept his lips tightly pressed together, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
In the distant sky to their left, a gray-black tornado connecting the heavens and the earth moved slowly like a giant serpent, the sand and dust it raised forming a curtain that blotted out the sun. Even at such a great distance, they could feel the suffocating pressure from the earth-shattering suction force.
And to their right, an area was eerily filled with goose feather snow, the cold snowflakes rging and vanishing with the violent rain at an invisible boundary, forming a chaotic light and shadow zone.
On the distant horizon, an area flickered with disturbing purple lightning. Every burst of light was accompanied by a dull boom that seed to pound directly on their chests, and the air faintly carried the acrid sll of scorching and ionization.
"Power of Nature... Violent, chaotic, supre."
Wei Banng’s voice was unusually clear amidst the wind and rain, "To master it, one must first face it, understand it, and even... integrate with it."
The deeper they went, the more the extremity of the environnt revealed itself.
The wind was no longer just power but carried a barbaric tearing sensation, as if trying to rip one’s soul from their body.
The protective Qi Blood flickered unsteadily, and the body constantly fought against the imnse strength that threatened to lift them away.
Chu Kuanglan tried to open his mind to "feel" the flow of wind, but was imdiately torn by the chaotic, trackless frenzy, causing his Qi Blood to surge. He grunted and had to refocus on defense.
"Damn, this wind... isn’t ant for enlightennt, it’s trying to tear people apart!"
He complained, panting.
The cold rain and hard hail pounding down brought not only bone-chilling cold and physical pain but also a continuous, irritating suffocating sensation.
The dense pattering noise infiltrated every corner, disrupting hearing and making it difficult to concentrate ntally.
The leaden clouds that seed within reach, the distant yet awe-inspiring tornado, the silent snowfall that froze everything—all exuded a sense of eternal and indifferent despair.
Unlike the extre weather in the real world, which always ends, giving people hope.
The ferocity here seed to be the norm of this world, ancient as it always was.
This realization, in itself, was a huge ntal oppression.
Chu Kuanglan watched the distant moving tornado, murmuring: "In this ghostly place, I’m really afraid of forgetting who I am..."
Fang Qingyu walked silently in the team, his vision penetrating the rain curtain.
He also tried to comprehend the natural order behind the chaos.
But there were no signs.
Fang Qingyu tightened his hold on Jiang Wei, his gaze directed afar, "Let’s keep going, maybe this level is a bit too high for us right now."
Anyway, the Federation gave them three months.
There was no rush.
The five trekked through the increasingly violent wind and rain across the rugged gray wilderness.
The environnt worsened, with faint ozone spreading in the air and a slight sting felt on their skin.
Finally, after crossing over a jagged black ridge like the fangs of a giant beast.
The sight before them caused the five speeding figures to involuntarily halt, gasping for breath, their breath catching in their throats!
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