This crude and arrogant roar.
Like a stone thrown into the Dead Water Pond, it stirred ripples in Fang Qingyu’s ears.
His footsteps paused, his hand gripping the charred wooden stick tightened slightly, and his brows unconsciously furrowed on a face covered in gray-white dust.
Gray-white gravel slipped off the stick.
A face weathered and deliberately disguised with fatigue and confusion, the brows instantly knitted together.
Brothers?
There are not many people in this world he can call brothers, especially since all of them are back in Qingjian City, impossible to enter the Abyss.
The only one capable, with the slightest possibility of entering, is Lin Kang?
But given Lin Kang’s nature, even if he entered, he would never act under the banner of being "Fang Qingyu’s brother".
As for Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, Lu Jiuyuan... even less likely.
Who would be bored enough to ss with the disciples of the Pocket World Blessed Land?
That would be pure suicide.
If sothing’s unusual, there’s surely sothing strange going on!
Under the guise of fatigue and fear in Fang Qingyu’s eyes, a trace of icy scrutiny flickered.
No matter who it is, using his na to act, and being caught in a dangerous situation, is worth him investigating.
Of course, only on the premise of absolute safety.
Fang Qingyu slightly tilted his head, his voice extrely low, speaking into the hidden miniature earpiece under his collar: "There’s a situation ahead, I’m going to take a look."
Jiang Wei’s calm and serene response ca from the earpiece, just one word: "Mm."
Fang Qingyu imdiately adjusted his stance, portraying his "exhaustion" a bit more authentically, stumbling more, and carefully heading towards the direction the sound ca from, into the depths of the jagged maze ford by giant gray-white bone rocks.
After bypassing several curved rocks resembling giant beast ribs, the sounds of fierce fighting suddenly beca clear.
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
"Die for !"
The explosive sound of energy colliding, the brittle ring of weapons breaking, mixed with angry roars.
Fang Qingyu concealed himself behind a massive bone rock.
His gaze penetrated the pervasive gray-white dust, seeing clearly the scene ahead.
Seven or eight martial artists, dressed differently and exuding fierce aura, in a semi-circle formation, were besieging a blood-soaked figure in the center.
That figure was in a sorry state, with a tattered combat suit torn in multiple places, revealing scar-covered skin underneath, blood mixed with gray-white bone powder, nearly turning him into a mud figure.
He leaned against a relatively intact, massive bone rock.
Breathing heavily, each inhalation tugging at wounds, causing painful convulsions.
However, those eyes, like a wounded lone wolf, burned with unyielding madness and a kind of... almost indifferent resolve to die.
When Fang Qingyu’s gaze landed on that face, mostly covered in blood and dust, yet still distinguishable...
Fang Qingyu’s pupils suddenly contracted!
Lin Kang?!
That face, that determined outline, those eyes filled with exhaustion and madness...
Evidently, it’s the Lin Kang from Qingjian City, who fought alongside him, both as a ntor and a friend!
Fang Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat.
How is it possible?!
How could Lin Kang appear here? And in such a miserable state?
The imnse shock almost made Fang Qingyu rush out imdiately, but when he glanced at "Lin Kang’s" title...
Fang Qingyu’s mouth suddenly curled into a slight arc, whispering into the earpiece.
"The prey has co to us voluntarily..."
...
In the distance.
"Lin Kang" suddenly coughed several tis, spitting out a mouthful of bloody spittle.
Using a blood-stained arm to harshly wipe his mouth, those eyes, filled with a death wish and madness, were fixed intently on a bald, strong man among his attackers.
His voice hoarse yet carrying a chilling calmness:
"Heh... co again if you dare..."
This fearless attitude, combined with his battered yet "Profound Realm" peak aura, was extrely impactful.
The bald man’s eyes flickered with a sinister glint.
Seemingly intimidated by "Lin Kang’s" claim of "Fang Qingyu is my brother" and his current desperate stance.
But "Lin Kang’s" provocative words.
Instantly ignited the fury of a hot-tempered, scar-faced man behind the bald man.
"Damn! Still got a sharp tongue even facing death! Do you really think I’m scared?" The scar-faced man shouted furiously, the alloy machete in his hand shining with unstable red light, "Fang Qingyu? Whether or not he’s really your brother! Even if he’s here today, I’m gonna chop you into pieces to feed the Life Ghost! Who’s gonna know if I kill you in this godforsaken place?!"
"Do it! Slaughter him! The Source Fragnt will be ours!"
Another tall and skinny man, eyes gleaming with greed, echoed sharply.
The last of the bald man’s hesitation was wholly swallowed by greed and murderous intent.
He sneered, waving his hand fiercely: "Go! Don’t give him a chance to breathe! Chop him up to feed the dogs!"
With the bald man’s command, seven or eight thugs, like hyenas scenting blood, erupted with Profound Realm Qi Blood, launching viciously varied attacks accompanied by harsh sounds of tearing through the air, pouncing furiously on the "Lin Kang" leaning against the bone rock, seemingly about to collapse!
Blades glead like silk, and fist aura like a vicious wind!
Killing intent instantly boiled to the peak!
Just as "Lin Kang" was about to be completely engulfed by the onrushing attacks!
At this critical mont...
Boom!!!
A deafeningly deep sound, like the earth’s heart beating, roared explosively near "Lin Kang"!
An indescribable surge of heat mixed with ferocious electric charges, like an invisible tsunami, swept out with unstoppable force!
The first two thugs didn’t even have ti to scream.
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