"!!!"

Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Orange quality?! Progression materials?!

So, the Life Ghost materials are the key to the Martial Artist profession advancement!?

Fang Qingyu immediately recalled the materials he came into contact with before in the Life Ghost Dissection Department, whether white, green, or blue...

He didn't even know what color quality is above blue.

So... the answer was right in front of him all along.

It's just that the Life Ghost materials he encountered before were too much of a garbage...

However, knowing it now is not too late either.

Currently at Micro, the next stage is Profound.

There's still some time to prepare well.

Joy slightly dispelled part of the anxiety brought by the oppressive aura of the Serpent of Companions.

The long-troubled path of Martial Artist advancement finally tore open a gap at this moment.

Although the prerequisites are not met yet, there is at least a direction.

Not like before, running around like a headless fly.

For a profession like Candlebearer, as long as it's an Origin, it can prompt an advancement notice.

But with the Candle Dragon himself overseeing it.

It rejected many Origins.

The Martial Artist, however, is more like the Atlas personally overseeing it.

Without orange quality Life Ghost materials, it doesn't even prompt a notice...

It inexplicably gave Fang Qingyu a feeling of being even more haughty than the Candle Dragon.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Fang Qingyu temporarily retracted his arm.

When the shockwave continued for nearly a quarter of an hour, slowly calming down like the tide.

He immediately pulled Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng, speeding towards the A-2 main entrance along the route he remembered.

Just as they rushed out of the narrow fork, merging into the relatively wider main path, they ran into several equally battered squads retreating from other forks.

Lei Gang from the Red Flame Squad was conspicuously among them, the crimson combat suit stained with large dark brown patches, breath somewhat chaotic, yet his gaze remained as intense and heavy as molten lava.

Other squads seemed to be missing one or two members from almost every team.

And everyone was wounded.

There was no chitchat, not even eye contact without carrying a heavy and urgent feeling of surviving a disaster.

Lei Gang's glance swept over Fang Qingyu and the other two, then he waved his large hand, hoarse voice carrying undeniable decisiveness:

"Split up! Rescue! Quickly!"

The order was brief yet carried the scent of blood.

No need for more words, each squad immediately darted like bees leaving their hive, once again rushing towards those black fork-like monster throats they had just escaped from.

Fang Qingyu hesitated not even a bit, taking Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng, randomly choosing a fork reeking heavily of blood, and dashed in headfirst.

This passage was even more twisted and deep than before, with phosphorescent moss on the meat walls almost entirely covered by thick bloodstains and meat scraps, making the light extremely dim.

The air became thicker with the scent of blood and corpses, forming a nauseatingly bizarre atmosphere.

Delving no more than two hundred meters, a relatively spacious area appeared in sight.

Under the dim light, they could see several twisted Life Ghost remnants sprawled across the ground, but what made hearts tighten more was a few figures slumped in a corner's pool of blood.

They were the Martial Artists of Qingquan Mountain.

Their gray robes were nearly torn apart, covered in viscous blood and flesh mud.

Two among them were severely wounded, one had a massive tear on his chest and abdomen with intestines faintly visible, barely breathing...

The other clutched a twisted, deformed leg with bone stubble piercing through the skin, trembling in pain, yet gritting his teeth to remain silent.

The middle-aged Martial Artist, who was previously following the bald elder, leaned against the cold meat wall, eyes hollow, face devoid of color, as if his soul had been extracted.

His lips twitched nervously, uttering a weak, repetitive murmur akin to a dream:

"He's dead... Brother is dead..."

Wei Banmeng's figure flashed, already at the side of the severely wounded two, dual blades sheathed.

Moving with the speed of lightning to take out potent hemostatic spray and bandages for emergency treatment from the tactical waist pack, with precise and swift techniques.

Fang Qingyu strode towards the dazed middle-aged Martial Artist, crouched down, and sternly said, "Snap out of it! Can you walk?"

The middle-aged Martial Artist shuddered all over, hollow eyes gradually focusing, and upon seeing Fang Qingyu's face, he suddenly grasped Fang Qingyu's arm, nails nearly digging into the fibers of the combat suit, voice rising with a cry and utmost fear: "He's dead! Brother, he sheltered us, stepping forward, was swallowed whole by that crimson monster!"

Incoherent, the middle-aged Martial Artist trembled violently like a sieve, evidently on the brink of a mental breakdown.

"Monster? Crimson?"

Fang Qingyu's heart sank, as expected!

Just as they speculated before.

Fang Qingyu firmly grasped the other's trembling wrist, forcefully suppressing the other's panic, "Understood! Now, come with me! Leave here!"

Asking no more, Fang Qingyu abruptly pulled up the mentally-fuzzy middle-aged Martial Artist, half supporting, half dragging.

Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei also quickly handled the wounded, supported by Wei Banmeng lifting the other two.

The party dared not linger in the passage filled with despair, swiftly retreating back the way they came.

When Fang Qingyu and company, supporting the Qingquan Mountain survivors, staggered out of the A-2 entrance, bathed again in the cold, damp but reassuring night breeze outside the Force Field, the scene before their eyes caused everyone's hearts to sink to the bottom.

The temporary camp had completely turned into a sea of noise and chaos!

The piercing alarm sirens still screamed harshly, and the red warning lights flickered the terror, fatigue, and bloodstained faces on and off.

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