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“Starry Night!”
In the moment when countless Sharp Grass shadows attacked, Bu decisively took out the Taiyuan Spear and executed the Crescent Moon Execution. The Starry Night technique is the strongest defensive skill of the Crescent Moon Execution, creating an impenetrable barrier. At the same time, beside him, Hong Lian also wielded a spear, unleashing energy that formed a tight protective net around them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The once silent grassland erupted like thunder, with powerful energy explosions stirring up dirt into the air. The sharp spear light swept across, cutting through countless grass shadows. The scene appeared chaotic, with intense roaring sounds dispersing the mist and echoing far away.
Bu and Hong Lian stood back to back, their thoughts synchronized, truly achieving an awareness of their surroundings. They could respond to any emerging threats in time. Under this overwhelming offensive, they managed to hold their ground for the moment.
However, such a tight defense consumed an enormous amount of energy. With Bu and Hong Lian's current energy levels not even reaching Intermediate Level 4, they could not sustain it for long. In this relentless assault, it felt as if they were struggling in a world devoid of light, with the breath of death constantly surrounding them. Over time, an extreme sense of oppression and despair would arise from within. Even those with strong wills would feel a sense of powerlessness. If they could not quickly find a way to escape, they would undoubtedly meet their end here.
“There's been fighting at Crimson Prairie. From the commotion, that unfortunate Fellow seems to be quite strong.”
“What does it matter if they're strong? Unless they're a High-Level Giant, entering that kind of cursed place means only one path—death.”
“I really don't understand. Besides us Fellow who are hiding due to injuries, who else would enter this desolate forest? There are no treasures here, not even a single magical beast. That crimson forest has been explored by many experts before; after countless casualties, they concluded that this area is the most barren part of the Black Abyss Ravine, with nothing beneficial to be found.”
The battle on the grassland caused a stir, and the booming sounds reached some Desperado hidden in the forest. Many were secretly surprised while also feeling a bit gleeful.
“Rondo, should we help those two Fellow? Their strength seems decent; if we recruit them into our team, we might be able to attempt that matter.”
At the top of a large tree deep in the forest stood a tall and graceful figure. She held an object resembling binoculars to her eyes, observing the distance. As she spoke with her alluring voice, it resonated softly.
The woman wore a sexy purple crop top that accentuated her ample bosom like two large peaches. Her exposed flat abdomen shimmered with a sun-kissed glow, and at her cute navel was embedded a pink crystal that sparkled brilliantly.
Following her waist downwards, her perfectly rounded hips were wrapped in purple shorts that outlined captivating curves. Her long legs crossed as she stood elegantly, swaying gently with the branches, exuding an unparalleled charm that was enchanting like a goddess.
"Let's take a look first. If these two Fellows can't hold out for ten minutes, then there's no point in bringing them into our team. Byron's group isn't made up of soft persimmons; otherwise, we wouldn't have to hide in this desolate forest." A man's deep voice responded from beneath the tree, clearly indicating he was quite powerful.
"Alright." At the top of the tree, a stunning woman in purple put away her telescope-like device, stretched her arms lazily, and showcased her graceful figure. With a light step on a branch, she elegantly flipped backward in mid-air and landed gracefully on the ground, her ample bosom swaying gently as a fragrant breeze wafted by.
"Why haven't Di Luo and the others returned? Could something have happened?" After landing, the Seductive Woman walked towards a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged against the tree, her bright eyes sparkling as she revealed a playful smile with her sharp canines.
The middle-aged man was Rondo, who had spoken earlier. He had thick eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, a prominent nose, and his dark green hair was braided into several strands. He sported a dense beard on his chin, and his piercing gaze radiated energy. Just sitting quietly gave him an imposing presence; judging by the energy fluctuations emanating from him, his strength was at least Intermediate Level 5.
Hearing the Seductive Woman's question, Rondo shook his head with a cold smile and slowly stood up. "Di Luo and his three companions are all at the peak of Intermediate Level 4. They can bypass Byron's sight to ambush Landon, who is only at Intermediate Level 4. It's foolproof; we just need to wait for them to bring back good news."
"Is that so?" The Seductive Woman smiled coyly, a fleeting glimmer of something obscure in her captivating eyes. "As long as we successfully ambush Landon and seize those precious potions from him, our advantage will increase."
As she spoke, her laughter grew louder, causing Rondo to glance over involuntarily. A hint of lewdness flashed in his eyes but quickly turned into a cold smirk.
At that moment, deep within Crimson Prairie, Step was drenched in sweat. His initial sharpness had faded as he fought against the relentless attacks from all directions. Although Hong Lian appeared calm beside him, the increasing number of grass shadows surrounding them brought mounting pressure.
"We have to retreat; if we don't leave now, we'll be stuck here forever. I didn't expect these Tall Grass to be so resilient; even when cut down, they can regrow. I've underestimated the dangers here."
With a low shout, Step unleashed a Moonset and Starfall technique to scatter the frenzied Tall Grass around him. He stomped hard on the ground, unleashing a surge of energy that shattered the tough Tall Grass binding his ankles. He then activated Step Nine and soared rapidly toward the edge of the prairie.
Behind him, Hong Lian's eyes were icy as all his energy erupted forth. Several spear-like shadows shot from his fingers, sweeping across all directions. Amidst the thunderous roar, he sliced through countless Tall Grass that were rising to ensnare Step while simultaneously charging forward without taking flight. He braved the relentless assault of the Tall Grass as he rushed toward the prairie’s outskirts.
Hong Lian's actions were not due to madness; he shared a connection with Step and understood how to make choices in such dire circumstances.
Step Nine was merely nine steps; even though it allowed him to traverse through the air, it was limited to the distance covered by Nine Steps Tread. With Step's strength, each step could cover several yards; however, given his limited mastery of Step Nine at present, he could only take three steps in mid-air before landing again.
To escape from the prairie required crossing a distance of three hundred yards, meaning Step needed to use Step Nine at least nine times to break free. Each landing meant facing danger; while airborne without any points of support made it difficult to evade attacks from the Tall Grass in time. At this moment, only Hong Lian on solid ground could provide assistance to ensure Step's safety.
The Desperados who roam the Black Abyss Ravine are well aware of the horrors of the Crimson Prairie. Few below High-Level can survive if they venture too deep, and those who manage to escape do so by relying on their Flying Contract Beasts or by possessing the rare Ability to Glide Through the Air.
Once the Tall Grass in the Crimson Prairie launches an attack, it becomes a relentless battle to the death. The grass spreads out continuously, and when it enters its attacking form, the once fragile stems become as sharp as blades. Even a warrior with a body as tough as bronze and iron would suffer bleeding wounds if pierced by these Tall Grass.
Injuries themselves are not terrifying; what is terrifying is the blood. The Crimson Prairie is named for its scarlet hue because any trace of fresh blood will incite madness across the entire expanse. The Tall Grass will turn a vivid red as if on a stimulant, and their frenzied assault will increase tenfold. If their stems touch a bleeding wound, they will burrow into it like locusts, draining the blood from the Human Body until the last drop is gone.
At this moment, Bu is unaware of this taboo regarding blood. Had he known about the dangers associated with blood in this place, he would have unhesitatingly stored Hong Lian in his Storage Bracelet and activated Bloodline Transformation to escape from this area as Viscount Bloodwing.
Often, people hold onto a sliver of hope or reserve their trump cards for critical moments. This is understandable, but the key difference lies in knowing when that critical moment truly is and whether one can successfully deploy their trump card at that time.
Throughout history, there have been many exceptionally talented individuals who were overly confident in themselves. However, they often met early demise not due to lack of strength but because they misjudged situations. They hesitated to use their trump cards when necessary and ended up regretting it.
At this moment, Bu is making some of the same mistakes that his predecessors made. He is overly confident in himself; although he views the Crimson Prairie as a dangerous place, he still underestimates it. He believes he can escape using Step Nine and thinks that with Hong Lian's physical strength, he can withstand countless attacks from the Tall Grass.
However, he overlooks one crucial point: the unknown. His understanding of the Crimson Prairie is limited to less than half an hour of initial contact; he does not comprehend the deeper dangers that lie ahead.
Even though Hong Lian's body is strong, unless one transcends to an invincible existence above High-Level, how can they guarantee immunity from injury amidst the endless sharp attacks of the Tall Grass? Any injury or loss of blood signifies that Death's scythe is about to fall, marking another season for the Crimson Prairie to claim lives.
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