Fang Qingyu carefully avoided the occasional, faintly phosphorescent gray-white vortices on the ground.
These were death traps unique to the Taibai Wilderness, capable of silently dissolving bones.
In the earpiece, Jiang Wei’s still calm child’s voice ca through, though tinged with a barely perceptible weariness: "About three hundred ters ahead, there is a relatively stable Bone Rock Zone. Let’s stop there. We can stay longer this ti."
"Understood."
Fang Qingyu replied hoarsely and dryly through the earpiece, his voice perfectly matching soone struggling to survive in a harsh environnt.
It was their sixth day in the "Abyss."
Ever since that middle-aged man left that night, and the next day when the Abyss’s entrance opened stably.
Fang Qingyu resud his journey into this perilous land with Jiang Wei, under the guise of a "Profound Realm Early Stage lone wolf" with weak, unremarkable aura.
Based on the vague clues provided by the Federation’s intelligence departnt,
about the Erosion’s range of activities and habits, they wandered repeatedly, lingering in several suspected areas, like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Every ti they reached a relatively open area,
Fang Qingyu would "stand guard" according to Jiang Wei’s instructions, while Jiang Wei hid at a distance, deploying so Secret Technique to attach a certain aura to Fang Qingyu, attempting to lure the Erosion.
However, the results were disappointing.
The Erosion seed to have completely evaporated without a trace.
The well-laid bait not only failed to lure the target but also beca like a fla in the dark, attracting many sensitive Life Ghosts.
These grotesque monsters, exuding a foul stench, followed the faintly delicious scent, causing significant trouble for Fang Qingyu, who could not strike.
Each ti he saw those bizarre Life Ghosts baring their fangs and claws as they approached, Fang Qingyu had to forcibly suppress the urge to fight back, relying on instinctive reactions to dodge awkwardly.
The cleanup fell entirely on Jiang Wei’s shoulders.
The little girl often just waved her small hand, and a dark red light flashed. Those Life Ghosts turned into ashes, like snowflakes thrown into a furnace, leaving only a charred shallow pit on the ground.
This frustrating routine of serving as bait and observer was an ordeal for Fang Qingyu, who was accustod to overpowering all with strength and cleverness.
Several tis, seeing new types of Life Ghosts being incinerated by Jiang Wei before his eyes, he felt his heart bleed.
But upon recalling the God Armant promised by Old Hong, Fang Qingyu forcefully suppressed his impatience.
Hunting a Divine Reincarnation, who never showed its face and had reached the pinnacle of concealnt, required not brute courage but absolute patience and perseverance.
At the mont he decided to accept the mission,
Fang Qingyu was already ntally prepared.
Seven days was just the beginning of a long hunt.
Fang Qingyu adjusted his breathing, leaning on a wooden staff, continuing his arduous trek toward the so-called "Bone Rock Zone" as directed by Jiang Wei.
Gray-white bone powder lifted by the wind clung to his face, causing a slight prickling sensation and chill.
Striving to play the part of an exhausted Explorer, every step appeared heavy and despairing.
Finally, a region of gigantic, gray-white rocks, shaped like the rib bones of so colossal beast, erged ahead, twisted and jagged.
These "Bone Rocks" were relatively dense, supporting each other, and ford so natural sheltering depressions, with the ground relatively solid.
Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to follow Jiang Wei’s instructions, find a concealed depression to sit down, and begin another round of "fishing" and waiting.
However, just as he approached the edge of the Bone Rock Zone, before he could sit...
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
"Die, you bastard!"
Intense battle sounds, energy explosions, and weapon clashes, mixed with angry roars, suddenly emanated from deep within the Bone Rock Zone ahead!
The sounds were particularly piercing in the empty and deathly silent wilderness.
Imdiately afterward, a rough male voice with a thick accent bood like thunder.
Clearly penetrating the chaotic battlefield, it reached Fang Qingyu’s ears:
"Fang Qingyu, is that your brother? Old man here is your dad!"
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