"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three rounds of rapid fire and the chanical guards emptied their magazines.
Imdiately, they slung their rifles over their shoulders, and at the touch, a crisp tallic click resounded in the air.
Ye Hanjun traced the sound and then noticed the dimly colored barrel of the gun, once again emitting a yellow glow of breath lights.
Clearly, their depleted energy was rapidly replenishing.
Once recharged, the next volley would be launched instantaneously.
"Hiss! Crash!"
Ten chanical guards pulled out the hand grenades strapped to their legs.
This was their second piece of attack equipnt, exceptionally smooth on the surface, resembling enlarged eggs, constantly reflecting arcs of light.
Thrown before they hit the ground, compressed high-explosive gunpowder emitted choking black smoke.
The next mont, a wild wind kicked up in the corridor, a massive force indiscriminately sweeping up everything in motion.
The "chanic Frog Fish" responsible for repairing the walls — instantly annihilated!
Caught in the middle, Ye Hanjun, Ye Liuying, and Mu Shoucong were tightly protected by a fist-sized crystal bead, erging unscathed.
"Zzzap!!"
Ye Hanjun gripped the Sword Thunder Child like a machine gun, tapping five tis at the chanical guards in front.
Then he turned and perford the sa action on the chanical guards behind him.
Ten inconspicuous thunder bullets shattered the blinking red armor heads. A crackling spark covered ten tal corpses that thudded to the ground in the smoky corridor, briefly bringing a mont of calm.
"When they abducted Lan Qixiong, did that person summon a chanical form of a Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits?"
Ye Hanjun pursed his lips, breaking the silence.
"I don’t know."
Ye Liuying thoughtfully replied:
"He was too fast, lightning-fast, and shook off the pursuit team in an instant. No one saw his face, let alone a Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits."
"I hope it’s not soone from chanic God Mountain..."
Ye Hanjun squatted down to check the chanical remains, his furrowed brows never relaxing:
"There are only two possibilities for performing chanical modifications."
"One is through the power of Authority, similar to roles like ’Fitter,’ ’Repairman,’ ’chanic,’ ’cha Master.’
"The other, possessing a self-willed chanical Spirit Fond, the cheaper the bloodline, the lower the Rank... the higher the chance of successful modification."
Ye Liuying, Mu Shoucong both remained silent.
The chanic Frog Fish was still okay, obviously a modification from the Heaven and Earth Stage followed by the integration of a control system used for manipulation.
Because the extent of the modification didn’t exceed the Primitive Bloodline, the Chaos Seal remained unchanged, still categorized as Demon beasts.
But all ten chanical guards were of the blindingly brilliant Void Extraction.
They weren’t simple "chanical modifications" but belonged to the "full chanical bodies," with their mission and logic embedded from the mont they were created.
Such pure high-level chanical Spirit Fond Spirits hardly arise from 8th Rank humans or Fond Spirits.
The greatest likelihood is that they involve the 9th Rank, either a Saint controlling chanical Abilities or a chanical Holy Spirit capable of mass-producing functional patrol guards.
"This really is muddling through murky waters..."
Mu Shoucong glanced at the ceiling surveillance cara, crushed it with a swing of his green stick, and whispered in secret:
"How co all sorts of odd events happen to you guys?"
"My luck was actually pretty good, but ever since I followed Liuying, I always feel a chill on my back, as though I might be turned into an appetizer at any mont."
"Not to ntion the Godslayer Asura, wherever he goes, it’s not the stupefying experiences, it’s the terrifying ones that would kill a re creature."
"Liuying, what do you think?"
Ye Hanjun ignored Mu Shoucong’s sentints, and with a glance, signaled to Ye Liuying.
Both the chanical Saint and chanical Holy Spirit were extraordinary.
The forr’s growth was fraught with difficulties, nearly impossible to achieve without the crystallization of ancestral wisdom.
The latter reached the Holy Saint Embryo stage, barring a minority that lacked intelligence, only containing war machine programs.
The others, all were costly treasures forged into "chanical marvels."
Not only were they scarce in number, but they also ford a consolidated force and wouldn’t wander outside casually.
"It’s hard to judge."
Ye Liuying’s whispered reply carried an inescapable hint of worry:
"As vast as All Heavens are, chanic God Mountain from the Eight Mountains is always a major sect in chanical lineage."
"Over thousands and thousands of years, even if a few powerhouses have left and branched out, they never ford a large scale."
"This person managed to abduct a Chira cub, and escaped our pursuit, he must have reached the 9th Rank."
"Such a person, if not backed by chanic God Mountain, but rely relying on his own or his ancestors’ remnants, that would truly be a rare occurrence."
Hearing this, Ye Hanjun exhaled a puff of breath, picked up the Sword Thunder Child, and calmly walked towards a side corridor.
The situation had developed into a more complicated scenario than anticipated, beyond any doubt.
chanic God Mountain, since the Ancient Cosmos era, had produced at least two Crown Ranked individuals and four Divine chanic Enthronees.
Even if a few couldn’t last until now, having perished long ago.
But in terms of foundation, even at its peak, the Ye Clan could not compete with Them.
Moreover, They were still passing down Their legacy.
Among the Eight Mountains, only the life-forbidden realm known as ’Primordial Mountain’ could compete with Them, the other six mountains each a asure shorter and not of equal standing.
"Beep— Beep— Beep—"
The jarring alarm sounded again, echoing from a distant corner.
Ye Hanjun held his breath and focused, confirming that the guards appearing this ti were still purely chanical Spirit Fond Spirits.
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