With tired eyes, he looked ahead. After an unknown amount of time, he took out the potion from the storage ring and drank it. He shook his head to shake off the rain on his head, put on his hood again, and pulled it down slightly with his hand.
The soul power circulated the potion along the meridians to dispel the coldness in his left arm.
Raindrops kept washing on Zhao Mingyu's body, and the mud also slid down with the raindrops. He had figured out his current strength in this encounter.
"I don't know if I can still connect to Avalon with my soul power."
Zhao Mingyu's space transmission was a bit tricky. He returned to Avalon first, and then went from Avalon to the coordinate location. Even in this kind of barrier, he could still ignore it, but the disadvantage was that he could only take those few people...
"I can't leave a mark here. What's going on? The soul power mark disappeared too quickly? After I leave, I may never be able to arrive again."
Zhao Mingyu walked in the heavy rain and climbed a big tree. The forest was endless... Isn't it a little too big?
"Sure enough, this island is the so-called [Other World], much bigger than I thought. Now I have to find it again. I'd better keep going forward. I always feel like I'll get lost." He
jumped down from the tree. When he could directly sense the powerful aura, Zhao Mingyu went around it directly. He couldn't even control his familiar now. During this period, the blood and qi power continued to gather in the dragon's heart, and his physical strength decreased a lot.
He used the holy sword to cut off the thorns and move forward in the dense forest that was difficult to walk.
"Hiss!"
"Are there underground worms in the forest?" Zhao Mingyu jumped up quickly to avoid its attack.
With a mouth full of sharp teeth and a forked tongue several meters long, the yellow-white skin near the head is full of scales, the body is full of spikes, and the tentacles are constantly moving. The sand worm bites Zhao Mingyu.
"Another worm?" Zhao Mingyu narrowed his eyes.
The small black eyes kept staring at Zhao Mingyu's actions, and the pores in the ugly big mouth absorbed a lot of air and made a sharp and piercing sound. Zhao Mingyu was not familiar with this sound.
Zhao Mingyu kept retreating, constantly looking for a suitable battle site. A large amount of acid night was sprayed out like a high-pressure water gun, at an extremely fast speed!
The sandworms' attacks were completely unsystematic, but the acid night was extremely powerful. Even with the dilution of rain, a large number of trees were melted, fell down, and continued to burn and carbonize.
The area within a radius of 100 meters was destroyed beyond recognition by the sandworms.
"Can this guy sense heat? That's why he discovered me." Zhao Mingyu leaned behind a large tree surrounded by several people, panting. If he was hit head-on, he would be either dead or disabled.
The sound of corrosion came into his ears. The acid night had passed through the tree trunk and shot towards him. Time seemed to slow down. Zhao Mingyu's eyes slowly widened and his head began to tilt back.
"Bang!"
With the sound of crunching, crunching..., Zhao Mingyu threw away the black robe with one hand, threw away the corroded clothes on his left hand, and did a few backflips to a puddle to dilute the acid night.
"Ah, it hurts so much." Zhao Mingyu cursed. Seeing the sandworm's big mouth biting at him again, the mask of pain on his face had not disappeared yet, so he dodged quickly.
The sandworm, which was more than ten meters long, could not control its huge inertia and smashed towards the ground. Zhao Mingyu would not let go of this good opportunity.
The wind element continued to flow on the holy sword. The holy sword wrapped in the wind king's barrier grew longer, pierced through the sandworm's eyes, directly penetrated the head and pierced into the ground from the other side.
After pausing for two or three seconds, he silently retracted the holy sword. His body almost fell backwards. He covered his chest and coughed a few times, and recovered too slowly.
"The brain is damaged, it should be dead..." Zhao Mingyu's eyes were tired, but he took out the frost gun with his right hand and kept shooting until the bullets were used up.
Every time he shot, the sandworm let out a painful wail, constantly twisting its ugly body, launching a last gamble, and its huge body crashed into him.
Zhao Mingyu pushed back and shot at the same time. The last two bullets shot directly from the wound in front. The icicles burst, the skin bulged, and the sandworm opened its bloody mouth wide. The upper body fell heavily on the mud.
The cold air emitted by the body froze the raindrops around it, and the soft mud turned into frozen soil.
After firing the bullets, his right hand was covered with frost, and the capillaries on the surface must have been frozen... Ignoring the pain, he took the holy sword in his left hand and stabbed it through the head and the whole body. He lifted it up and the sandworm was split in half.
Zhao Mingyu remembered something and ran to the back. He had only rushed out for more than ten meters when a huge shock wave came from behind. His body rolled uncontrollably in the air and flew out another twenty or thirty meters before falling into a puddle.
Fu Fu appeared and struggled to tear off the debris behind him with her little mouth. Blood kept pouring out. Zhao Mingyu wiped the blood on his forehead and supported himself with both hands to stand up.
His head trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth cracked. He wanted to laugh but couldn't. The rain washed the blood on his body to the ground, and the red color also flowed in the mud and spread.
Zhao Mingyu walked towards the rock cliff with heavy steps. The one-inch-long wound on his forehead could clearly see the pale bones. His back was also bloody and blood was constantly flowing out.
As he threw away the half-broken mask, the blood had flowed from his forehead into his eyes, and then divided into two paths to cover his face. At this time, Zhao Mingyu looked a little fierce and ferocious...
"Fu!?" The little beast jumped onto Zhao Mingyu's shoulder, constantly licking the blood on his face, and rubbing his little face against his cheek, making comforting calls.
"..." Zhao Mingyu was silent for a long time, and walked towards the shelter yesterday. He still remembered the way here very clearly.
"Woo!" The little beast gently patted Zhao Mingyu's shoulder with its little claws.
At this time, he reacted: "Fu Fu."
Zhao Mingyu's mentality collapsed. The enemy that he had easily dealt with not only had to fight to the death, but also almost overturned.
"Yeah, I have to adapt to the current state. Good luck can't always favor us." If you keep sighing, you will really wait for death.
Zhao Mingyu drank the recovery potion, and soon the wounds on his body began to emit white smoke. He walked a few hundred meters and the wounds were barely healed. He would have to wait for a few hours.
It was afternoon, and the sky gradually cleared up. Zhao Mingyu stretched out his hand and seemed to feel the breath of light.
But even with the sun, this place made people feel uncomfortable. Zhao Mingyu returned along the original path. The tall stone wall could be seen from a distance, and he quickened his pace and walked towards it.
"I was in a good state without soul power at the beginning. My physical skills would not decline too much with the power of blood and qi. Now it is double suppression. This place is really not suitable for soul masters to fight."
Zhao Mingyu came to the front of the crack and sniffed, feeling that something had been there.
"Ah, no way..."
Zhao Mingyu began to walk to the notch on the other side, leaned down and walked in, and just sat there. With the flow of the wind, Zhao Mingyu disappeared, and there was a breath-blocking prop on his clothes.