The old man’s words instantly dispelled Boluo’s restless thoughts.

The allure of meteorite iron is something few can resist, but when life is at risk, the circumstances change.

"Damn Red Stone Clan!"

Boluo cursed in a low voice, heavily slapped his wooden paddle into the water, splashing waves several meters high.

"Shut up, we’re on the river now, absolutely can’t say anything like that." The old man sternly admonished, Boluo frowned in discontent but ultimately chose to remain silent.

Finally, after a few seconds of staring, Boluo began to row the boat with his head down.

The canoe continued forward, the commotion of the meteorite iron was less than 30 seconds.

...

...

[Detecting surrounding environment, temperature 27 degrees, nitrogen content approximately 71%, oxygen content 27%, rare gases and other impurities 1%, non-toxic composition, close to air ratio, humans can breathe directly.]

A line of data appeared before his eyes.

Mu Fan shook his head to shake off the tremor from earlier.

"This region is indeed strange, I just fear these inexplicable spatial oppressive force fields. Evil Wing, you dumb dragon, why are you flying so fast!"

However, Black’s voice is destined only to ring in Mu Fan’s ear, as all communications are directly cut off.

"This is a region similar to an Ancient Relic, the more powerful the mechanical energy, the greater the suppression effect."

"Or perhaps this is an Ancient Relic, one from another universe."

Mu Fan muttered as he panted, trying to move his arm.

Yet at this moment, his arm seemed glued in place, an enormous reverse pulling force prevented Shura’s arm from moving.

Countless dense black threads clung tightly to Shura’s scorching mech shell as if growing directly from the air.

When the arm trembled, the surrounding air showed large patches of distortion.

"What are these things?"

Mu Fan asked in a low voice, Shura’s massive thought wave instantly transmitted.

"Similar to a semi-dimension space Barrier? Your power is being channeled to another empty space? The energy density is 14 times that of the previous universe, but the absorption speed is suppressed to only 1% of before? To leave, still need to accumulate power in the Heart of Shura, current energy is...2.4%..."

In a whisper, Mu Fan’s gaze turned resolute, "I understand. Shura, stay here to accumulate power."

"As for the path ahead, it’s up to me."

The neural sync cord behind him instantly withdrew.

Mu Fan’s well-proportioned strong body lightly landed on the floor, the door in front opened, a cool breeze poured in, the oxygen-rich air cleared his mind.

The young man clad in Shadow Island’s standard black combat uniform stood at the doorway, briefly scanning the scene.

Shura’s half body was trapped in the mud by the riverside, the Flame Rain Frost Blue he pulled out was half-buried in the soil, supporting Shura’s body.

Within half a meter around the gun handle resembling blue ice crystal, all the mud and river water were frozen into hard ice.

The nighttime state, two crescents were conspicuous in the sky, surrounded by endless dense grass. Due to Shura sunk in muck, the field of vision was not wide.

Looking aside, Evil Wing lay weakly at the side, full of confusion, but upon seeing Mu Fan’s glance, its eyes instantly sparkled with color, excitedly nodding fiercely.

"Ow, ow..."

But this series of dragon roars were pitifully weak, sounding more like a whimpering pup.

Mu Fan’s eyes flashed with disbelief.

For Evil Wing’s mobility was visibly stronger than the SSS-level Emperor Body Shura, further, its body seemed free of those tiny black tendrils pulling it.

"Evil Wing says its mechanical energy conversion device is severely suppressed, yet its nano cells and metal muscle fibers are minimally affected, it says its whole body hurts, can’t breathe fire now... needs to lie down for a while to get up... it’s very hungry now...oh, this dumb dragon clearly hasn’t grasped the situation, the recent fall must have addled its brains." Black translated in Mu Fan’s ear, adding its opinion to the last sentence again.

Yet Mu Fan ignored Black’s chatter, his gaze expectant on Evil Wing, his voice shaky with anticipation: "Evil Wing, take a good sniff, see if there’s a trace of this long spear!"

His arm pointed sharply at the half flame, half frost relic weapon.

"Ow..."

Evil Wing first nodded, then shook its head.

"This dumb dragon says it can only confirm the energy with the same fluctuation is present in this nearby area. When it crashed, it was already deliberately adjusting direction, yet now, its energy control means are sealed, unable to further detect."

Crunch!

At some point, Evil Wing chewed a piece of High Crystal Stone, then lifted its head dazedly after a moment’s close-eyed pause.

"The energy of High Crystal Stone evaporated, didn’t eat it..." Black translated helplessly, it was nearly driven crazy by this dragon. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Ow-ow-ow-ow!"

The dragon’s eyes turned frantically red.

The High Crystal Stone was wasted just like that.

Mu Fan was about to ask further when a wild laugh sounded in the distance, a hint of ominous green appeared in his pupils, he reversed hand to draw the dark gold short stick from his waist.

Then with a single quick step, he leaped toward the edge of the pit.

...

...

In a region covered with mud, a small figure suddenly emerged, desperately reversing and clutching something.

Upon grabbing that familiar arm, it finally wiped its cheek with the back of its hand.

"Father, father we’re here, wake up!"

"Wake up..."

"Cough, cough!" Weak coughing sound, Beardsley’s eyelids twitched finally struggling to open, "Father just fell asleep, have we arrived yet... did we shake off those Red Stone Clan scoundrels?"

Though awakened with shaking, Beardsley was evidently in a state of feigned strength, even his gaze lacked focus.

"Heh, looks like the Barbaric Bull is going to be shared by the eagle."

A mocking laugh, accompanied by the rustling of grass.

All the Udan Spearmen lying on the ground rose.

Hawthorn, who had smeared three blood seals on his face, approached with a cold sneer, holding his war spear.

The little chubby Enok, dragging his father, saw those tall and slender figures closing in, terror on his face, yet bravely shielded his father with his back.

Beardsley’s eyes widened instantly!

Furious, he looked at Enok, roaring like a madman: "Didn’t I tell you to run!"

Yet this time Enok stubbornly cried out, "I won’t leave, can’t be without father. Won’t leave even if it kills me!! Sob..."

"Hahaha, such father-son love, then I’ll slaughter you father first, then you!"

Hawthorn’s face increasingly cold and more excited with laughter.

At this moment, Enok’s tears stopped, determination flashed on his dark face, he drew his waist knife, turned, and stomped forward, charging at Hawthorn like a mortar shell.

He meant to protect his father like a true warrior.

Enok’s strength was considerable, as was his speed.

But his enemy at this moment was the true warrior of Red Stone Tribe!

So, in Enok’s view, Hawthorn just threw him a mocking smile, then raised his foot into a heavy kick.

Boom!

The waist knife flew from his hand.

The small dark figure let out a painful howl as it flew back at greater speed, crashing onto the ground.

"Enok!"

Beardsley’s face contorted in rage, going completely insane, but his vision began to whirl even faster.

Attempted to stand but fell heavily.

"Hahahaha."

A sharp laugh rang.

Squeak...

The sound of footstep crushing through grass could be heard.

A figure silently stood, looking down at the pain-stricken Enok clutching his chest, eyes unwavering.

"Who is it!?" Laughter abruptly ceased, Hawthorn looked up fiercely.

All Udan Spearmen simultaneously drew their long spears.

In their view, a slender figure calmly stood ahead.

Under white disheveled hair, those eyes incredibly serene.