Old Qiao crouched down, his tactical gloves brushing over a thick layer of bone-powder-laden grayish-white dust on the ground.

Amidst the dust, a few drops of solidified yet still faintly gleaming viscous liquid with melted gold were exceptionally striking.

He cautiously scraped a bit with a sampler, and the tactical tablet immediately emitted a rapid buzzing with streaming analysis data.

"Sample analysis... Contains extremely high energy reaction! Blood of an unknown creature! With strong sulfur and ancient pressure residue? No matching records in the database! What the hell is this monster's blood?!"

"Is it that snake?"

Qi Hao's voice carried a hint of panic, as if the terrifying outline of the red-headed, white-bodied creature described by the camp survivors flashed before his eyes again.

"Qingzi, he... he really tangled with that thing?! And made it bleed?!"

This discovery instantly froze the team's atmosphere.

Imagining Fang Qingyu facing such a terrifying existence alone, a chill ran from the tailbones of everyone straight to the top of their heads.

"Shut up!"

Qin Hui growled, slamming the heavy shield onto the ground with a dull thud, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

The eyes under the helmet were bloodshot, staring deathly ahead into the darkness swallowed by miasma.

"Find! Follow the trails! Alive, we must see the person; dead... we must bring the bones back to Lin's team as an explanation! Old Qiao, mark the spot! Haozi, clear the path with me! Watch out for the rubble beneath your feet!"

The group trudged along the knife marks and sporadic melted gold blood droplet indications on the surrounding rubble, in this pit of debris that might collapse again at any moment.

The scene along the way was even more shocking.

Many stones were covered with huge impact dents and tear wounds, charred and ice-blue freezing marks intertwined.

Many places retained the violent starlight force field fluctuations, with the air's sluggishness not entirely dissipated.

These stone markings.

Silently narrating the fierce battle that erupted here not long ago.

"Damn... what exactly did Qingzi do..."

Qin Hui looked at a massive wall almost bisected, with the smooth cut still leaving traces of faintly jumping starlight arcs, unable to hold back another cursing, his voice tinged with indescribable shock and dread.

"He's always been like this," Qi Hao's voice sounded muffled under the mask, carrying an almost numb heaviness, "Either he doesn't act, or he goes all out... and doesn't blink even if it pierces Heaven."

...

Cold.

Viscous darkness.

And the omnipresent, seemingly bone-penetrating agony.

Fang Qingyu's consciousness seemed to slowly float up from the bottom of an icy abyss.

Each thought gathering triggered an excruciating pain throughout his body.

Struggling to lift the heavy eyelid, his vision was a blur, illuminated faintly by some weak rainbow light.

The Eternal Night Curtain had long dissipated.

His lungs felt repeatedly scorched by burning irons, each breath exhaling thick bloody scent and uncontrollable coughing.

His left arm hung limply, with a fractured bone piercing through the flesh.

The deep chest gash was no longer profusely bleeding, yet the skin was rolled over and charred, twitching crazily with every heartbeat.

Pain, like tides, almost dragged him back to the abyss of unconsciousness.

Fang Qingyu fiercely bit his tongue, the taste of iron spreading in his mouth, the sharp pain forcibly stimulating his nearly scattered nerves.

Jiang Wei!

This thought split the chaos like lightning!

Suddenly turning his head.

The little girl was curled up near him in a slightly dry rock crevice, her small body covered mostly by rubble and dust, her complexion pale without a trace of blood, her previously chubby face now shockingly thin.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes casting fragile shadows on her dirt-stained face, her breathing so faint it was almost imperceptible, with only the extremely slight rise and fall of her chest proving she was still alive.

Fang Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, a mix of relief and heavier worry gripping his heart.

Trying to brace himself and check her condition.

However, merely moving his right arm triggered the chest and abdomen injuries, causing his vision to blacken, the severe cough forcing him to curl up, coughing up black-red blood droplets.

No...

This way, moving was impossible.

Fang Qingyu gasped, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Wei's direction.

No, can't just wait to die.

Must regain some strength, must take her out!

His gaze scanned the surroundings. They were trapped in a cramped triangular space formed by a massive rock layer fracture, with giant interlocking rock blocks overhead, the narrow crawl space blocked completely by more collapsed rubble.

To get out, a trail needs to be cleared first.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, gritting his teeth against the agonizing pain, using his only slightly strong right hand to painstakingly drag his heavy body from the cold and damp ground, sitting up against the rough cold wall behind him.

This simple act nearly exhausted all the barely gathered strength, sweat mixed with blood instantly soaking through his tattered combat uniform.

Fang Qingyu glanced at the still unconscious Jiang Wei, his gaze settling.

Now, he could only rely on himself.

Closing his eyes, discarding all distractions, focusing his mind inward to the chaotic ruins within.

Red Bright Nine Revolutions Tribulation Jade Scripture·Second Turn!

The Heart Method flowed arduously within his sea of consciousness.

Deep within the Dantian, the previously radiant red tribulation jade now lay dim, its surface covered in cobweb-like cracks, as if it was a glazing about to shatter.

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