noveltune Chapter 638 Five Eyes, The Hunt Begins
Chapter 638 Five Eyes, The Hunt Begins
"We'll go straight into the southern half of the region." Cangwu's gaze pierced through the fog, looking south. "I want to force their main force out before they can react."
"What happens after you force it out?"
"Then, kill."
Cangwu said, "The rules of this instance are very clear—only one side can leave alive. We'll have to make a move sooner or later, so we might as well do it now."
Ironbone put the Intermediate Mist Spirit into his backpack and clapped his hands: "Shall I start warming up now?"
"Whatever."
Iron Bone has really started stretching, and his movements are so exaggerated that it's like he's going to participate in a sports meet.
Zhi Xi glanced at him, then looked at Cang Wu: "Cang Wu, have you ever thought about this?"
"explain."
Cangwu remained silent for a second.
"That's even better," he said. "If the other side is full of useless trash, then this hunt won't be interesting."
Zhi Xi did not refute.
She simply placed her hand on the weapon at her waist.
Cangwu drew the sword from his waist.
There was no cold glint on the blade, no special effects; it was just an ordinary knife, nothing special.
But everyone who knows Cangwu knows that when this sword is drawn, it signifies—
The hunt has begun.
......
Lin Tian stood on a high ground in the southern half of the region, his gaze passing through the fading remnants of the mountains and looking north.
The fog was churning.
Zhang Tianya's voice popped up in the private message.
"Boss Lin Tian!! I see the person on the other side!!"
"Location," Lin Tian replied.
"We're to the northeast, about three kilometers away. They seem to be advancing towards us, not very fast, but their formation is very orderly."
"Don't fight them."
"I know! They're already retreating! But I'm afraid they'll catch up."
"If they catch up, run away."
Their target is the Spirit of the Mist.
More precisely, it refers to all those who carry the spirit of the mist.
Currently, the person carrying the most Spirit of Mist is Lin Tian himself.
Lin Tian closed the private message interface and turned to walk south.
The figure quickly disappeared into the denser fog.
......
Meanwhile, on the edge of the northern half of the region.
Cangwu stood where the Wall of Sighs used to be, with light spots formed from the shattered mountain debris beneath his feet, slowly dissipating.
His third eye opened fully, and the star-like pupil slowly rotated, reflecting everything in the south—the terrain, the flow of mist, the fluctuations of magic, and the dense red dots of light in the distance that were retreating into the depths of the southern half of the region.
That was player number 9527 from mainland China.
"They're retreating," Cangwu said.
"Nonsense." Iron Bone stood behind him, his gaze also fixed on the figures moving away to the south. "Seeing us coming, aren't you just waiting to die?"
"Not everyone is running." Sogo's third eye caught a detail.
Some of the red dots did not retreat southward, but instead spread out to the east and west.
It's not a collapse, but an orderly dispersal.
Someone is directing things.
"Interesting." Cang Wu's lips twitched slightly. "The other side isn't a rabble."
"So what?" Iron Bone clenched his fist. "The difference in levels is there. No matter how organized they are, they can't stop our charge."
"No need to charge," Cangwu said. "Our target isn't killing, it's the Spirit of the Mist."
"Only by killing can you steal the Spirit of the Mist."
"Killing is just a means to an end," Cang Wu repeated his judgment. "But if you chase after an unarmed person for ages and kill them, only to find they don't have a single Mist Spirit, what's the point of killing them?"
Iron Bone was stunned for a moment.
"You mean—only kill those who have goods on them?"
"Yes. That's why we need intelligence." Cangwu turned to look behind him. "Tongyao."
"Here." Tong Yao stepped out from the crowd.
"Dispatch out the entire reconnaissance team. I need to know which of the opposing team carries the Spirit of Mist, how many, and where they are located. The rest of you should not venture into the southern half of the region for now; remain on standby at the edge of the northern half."
Tong Yao's third eye flickered.
"clear."
He turned and left.
Cangwu looked at the emptiness again.
"Silence. The search for the Mist Spirits in the northern half cannot stop. The Wall of Sighs has disappeared, but the northern half is still our territory. Before they come over, let's sweep the northern half clean."
"Understood." Kongji led the mage team off.
Cangwu looked at Tiegu and Leiyin one last time.
"You two, come with me."
"Where to?" Iron Bone asked.
"The southern half," Cang Wu said, "Let's not go deep, just observe from the edge. I want to see with my own eyes how they fight."
The three of them walked towards the southern half of the court.
Zhixi did not follow.
After walking a distance, Cang Wu turned back and glanced at her.
Zhi Xi stood still, her fingers gently plucking at the air, as if playing an invisible harp.
"Zhi Xi?"
"You guys go first," Zhi Xi said softly. "I sensed something."
Cangwu's third eye flickered, but he didn't ask any further questions.
He continued south with Iron Bone and Thunder Seal.
"Zhi Xi?"
Cangwu's voice came from afar.
Zhi Xi came to her senses and found that her fingers were soaked with sweat.
She took a deep breath and closed her third eye.
"It's alright." Her voice was calm, unlike someone who had just experienced that. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up soon."
Cangwu glanced at her for two seconds, asked no further questions, and turned to continue walking.
Zhixi stood still, her fingers slowly drooping down.
She didn't touch those wires again.
At least, not for the time being.
Deep in the southern half of the region.
Lin Tian walked on the gray-green grass, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
Little White swam from behind him to the front, the dragon's figure appearing and disappearing in the thick fog, its silvery-white scales standing out against the grayish-white mist.
It took about five minutes to walk.
The fog suddenly thinned.
It wasn't a gradual fading, but rather like passing through a curtain—one step away from being shrouded in thick fog where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and the next step revealing a sudden, bright view.
Lin Tian stopped in his tracks.
There was an open space in front of us.
It was not an ordinary open space, but a circular open space with a diameter of about fifty meters, completely barren.
The ground in the open space was black, not the black of soil, but charred black as if it had been burned.
In the very center of the open space, a ball of light floated.
It's neither the grayish-white of a beginner Mist Spirit nor the light blue of an intermediate one.
It is a deep purple.
The purple was so deep it was almost black, and at the center of the orb was a bright core, like a beating heart.
With each pulsation, a purple ripple spreads outward from the ball of light. As the ripples sweep across the ground, brief, luminous runes appear on the scorched earth.
The runes flashed by so quickly that they were almost invisible to the naked eye.
Advanced Mist Spirit.
Celia's voice was very low, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.