Chapter 177: Chapter 152: Encounter at the Center
Crackle——
A blinding flash of lightning flickered through the gray mist!
Su Qi felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his nephew Su Lin’s figure had suddenly vanished into thin air!
His heart sank abruptly, almost suffocating him.
Imdiately, a familiar hand with a slight static tingle slapped heavily on his shoulder armor.
"Second Uncle, rember." Su Lin’s voice sounded in his ear, "All of this is grandfather’s doing."
He reappeared beside Su Qi as if out of nowhere.
Su Qi gasped in shock, quickly turned his head, and looked at Su Lin with disbelief and astonishnt:
"...Teleportation?!"
"It’s pure speed."
Su Can carried the mud-coated giant door-slab sword over with large strides, his voice deep and powerful, with a trace of undisguised astonishnt:
"So fast that even this old man almost couldn’t capture the trajectory!"
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Su Lin as he asked in a deep voice:
"Is this your ’ability’?"
Su Lin nodded slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:
"Divine Speed. Thanks to grandfather’s oppressive montum during the fierce battle, I seized the opportunity at the brink of life and death. From now on... I can use it freely."
Su Qi and Su Can seed not yet recovered from the shock, remaining silent for a mont.
Where the four Black Fog Giants dissipated, only a few strands of twisted smoke slowly rging into the thick mist remained.
The terrifying black mud that once squird like a living creature was now completely petrified, solidifying into a stretch of desolate, cold black rocky hills, twisted and bizarre in shape, like cooled, lifeless volcanic lava.
The roar of battle was completely silent, the dispelled thick mist like an invisible tide, silently spreading and gathering again, rapidly consuming the sight.
In just a short mont, the distant, still-frightened mbers of the Hunting Group lost sight of the battlefield center completely.
The deathly silence of the environnt was more unnerving than the previous slaughter.
"What’s... what’s the situation now?"
Liu Jun’s voice was dry and hoarse, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the thick mist:
"That flickering lightning just now... what was it? Are those damn things... dead? Why is there no movent at all?"
Pessimism and fear, like invisible vines, coiled around everyone’s hearts.
Looking around, the team visibly shrank, and the faces of the surviving mbers were filled with bewildernt and fear after surviving a disaster.
"What on earth was this Lord?" soone mumbled with a hopeless sob, "Why are there such monsters?"
"What about Night of Survival? Can our chanisms... hold them off?" another person asked shakily, staring blankly.
Several village leaders echoed despondently, their words full of despair for the future.
Listening to these demoralizing words, Liu Jun felt even more irritable, a naless fire rising straight to his head.
He stomped his foot hard, shattering a gray-black stone underfoot, and gritted his teeth:
"I’m going to take a look!"
Before his words fell, he had clenched the half-speared spear he had picked up and charged decisively into the suffocating thick mist.
"Old Liu!" Zhou Long, Chen Feng, Tian Ruicheng, and several other leaders were shocked by his actions.
Liu Jun’s figure was imdiately swallowed by the swirling gray mist, disappearing out of sight.
This silent disappearance was more terrifying than any scream.
Zhou Long’s expression changed several tis, finally gritting his teeth, a look of do-or-die determination flashing in his eyes:
"Damn it! If the three Su Family elders are really in trouble and the Lord isn’t completely dead, we’re all dood! Since we’re dead anyway, we might as well take a risk! Third team’s, whoever can still move, follow ! First team, second team, stay put! Chen Feng, you stay and look after everyone! If I don’t send anyone back in an hour, take everyone and retreat to the village imdiately! Save whoever you can!"
"Yes!" Chen Feng replied heavily.
Zhou Long led over a dozen remaining capable mbers of the third team, charging back into the all-consuming thick mist with a sense of fatal determination.
However, in less than half a mont, a mber of the third team stumbled out of the mist, his face mixed with disbelief and elation, shouting hoarsely:
"Killed... They killed them! The old n killed all the monsters! The Lord is dead!"
"What?!"
The crowd exploded instantly, emotions of shock, joy, and doubt intertwined on each tired and grimy face.
...
The mastery of the "Divine Speed" ability brought joy to Su Lin, yet it could not completely dispel the heavy shadow cast by the Black Fog Giants and the black mud tide.
The Wuyin Village’s Hunting Group’s third team had set out with an impressive one hundred and thirty-six mbers, but now only eighty-nine remained.
Forty-seven vibrant lives were forever left in this strange and brutal wilderness.
Beside the frigid rock ford from the black mud, the three mbers of the Su family stood silently.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and an indescribable, ore-like coldness. Su Lin’s gaze swept over the solidified black rocky hills, their twisted forms appearing even more nacing in the thick mist.
Liu Jun trudged over with heavy steps, his armor stained with dried, darkened blood and dirt, his weary face etched with sorrow:
"I’ve checked... We found the remains of twenty-three people, all bitten to death by the giant. The rest..."
He swallowed, his voice even more hoarse:
"Either swallowed completely by the black mud or fell under the beasts’ claws earlier. Among them..."
He paused, as if summoning every ounce of strength to utter that na:
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