Somewhere on the battlefield of the Eighth Heaven.

This is a region of craggy rocks, with a crimson, viscous mist drifting around.

Enveloped in the mist, towering boulders, each ten feet tall, revealed various grotesque shapes. Although the place was utterly silent, as if no living soul could be sensed, it gave one an extremely oppressive feeling.

Suddenly, the silence was broken as two figures, one after the other, rushed into the crimson mist. The figure in front pulled the one behind behind to hide under a strange rock before stopping.

"Holy crap, these people are insane! They're not even exploring the secret realms of the Eighth Heaven; all they want is to take my life!"

Shen Qian glanced into the distance and saw another large group of people surging towards them. He couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Shen Qian originally wanted to reach the Ninth Heaven as quickly as possible, but he underestimated his "popularity".

From the fifth to the seventh level, Chen Qian, with beams of light shooting into the sky from his body, still attracted the pursuit of countless martial artists.

Because the gods had interfered, Shen Qian, who was repelled by the spiritual energy of the battlefield of myriad races, did not have the ability to fight for a long time and could only fight and flee at the same time.

By this time, in the eighth heaven, the number of martial artists who were still relentlessly pursuing Shen Qian had dwindled from hundreds of thousands to just a few hundred.

Without exception, all of these hundreds of people were experts at the Divine Realm!

Moreover, it is almost impossible to find any "weak" individuals at the first or second level of the Divine Realm.

They were all experts at or above the third level of the Divine Realm, with the vast majority ranking in the top 500 of the Divine Pillar, and many even ranking in the top 100.

Against such powerful opponents, the penetrating power of the Shooting Sun KG is insufficient. Moreover, the strength of a sniper rifle lies in its unpredictability. Once these people have become familiar with the methods of attacking, the effectiveness of the sniper rifle is limited.

As long as two powerful experts from the Mountain and Sea Realm join forces to resist, the bullet's power will be reduced to a minimum.

After exhausting all his bullets, Shen Qian had only managed to snipe a little over a hundred Divine Realm experts, most of whom died from the specially made "Death God" bullets.

Are you alright?

Not hearing Wu Ling's response, Shen Qian glanced at her and noticed that Wu Ling seemed a little distracted.

Wu Ling shook her head, then gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Hunted by hundreds of powerful figures from the Mountain and Sea Realms, and under continuous high pressure, the girl had long lost her lively appearance. Her pale face was filled with exhaustion, and Shen Qian felt a little guilty.

Shen Qian had tried to persuade Wu Ling to leave, but the girl insisted on refusing, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Hey, Chenqian!"

"Um?"

Shen Qian was frowning as he checked his dwindling supply of pills when he heard this and responded.

"Do you believe in the afterlife?" Wu Ling gazed at Chen Qian with her bright eyes.

"Believe me." Shen Qian suddenly thought of Huo Ling'er from another time and space, and nodded.

Then, Chen Qian smiled and said, "Besides, the Netherworld truly exists. Isn't your father about to become the Lord of the Netherworld?"

"But my father said that the underworld is a place to cleanse the soul, and once you enter the cycle of reincarnation, you will forget everything."

Wu Ling wrinkled her nose, as if she had remembered something troubling her.

"Hmm... as long as it doesn't mean the soul is completely destroyed, being able to live a second life is a blessing, isn't it?"

He pondered for a moment.

Those who are strong in the mountains and seas have condensed their spiritual cores and should be the most powerful beings in the world. However, the battles between mountains and seas have always been extremely cruel, and very few can preserve their spiritual cores.

Most of the time, once a martial artist from the Mountain and Sea Realm falls, the final result is that their soul is scattered, making them worse off than ordinary people. That's why Shen Qian had such feelings.

“That’s true.” Wu Ling nodded, then said softly, “But I still don’t want to forget…”

"What did you say?" Wu Ling's voice was almost inaudible, and Chen Qian didn't hear it clearly for a moment.

"It's nothing... Shenqian, what do we do now? It seems these people won't give up easily."

Wu Ling pointed to the figures that were beginning to appear in the distance.

Shen Qian also frowned. From the fifth level to the eighth level, the pills that Shen Qian had accumulated were almost completely used up, and the Yuan energy in his body was almost dried up.

The system still has some energy, but it hasn't entered the Temple of Vulcan yet, so it doesn't dare to use it lightly before sinking in.

With the Nine Heavens Gate still nowhere to be found, and facing the encirclement and suppression of hundreds of martial artists from the Mountain and Sea Realm, Shen Qian was indeed in a predicament where even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

Just then, accompanied by a loud rumble, the boulder in the crimson mist suddenly came to life. Shen Qian's expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled Wu Ling aside.

boom!

The enormous five-colored arm slammed into the ground, causing the earth to crack dozens of meters wide.

When I first escaped into this area, I had a feeling it wasn't a good place. Sure enough, the giant rocks hidden in the fog were actually five-colored giants!

I had seen these stone giants before when the Nine Heavens Battlefield was revived. The three-colored giants had destructive power comparable to the early stage of the Mountain and Sea, while the five-colored giants had power exceeding that of the middle stage of the Mountain and Sea.

That alone would be one thing, but the defensive capabilities of these five-colored giants are extremely abnormal, even comparable to the peak of the Mountain and Sea realm.

If given a choice, Shen Qian would rather face ten powerful warriors from the Mountain and Sea Realms than fight a single five-colored giant.

The only advantage was that the powerful warriors from the mountains and seas who were chasing after them were also slowed down by the indiscriminate attacks of the five-colored giants, which was actually an opportunity for Shen Qian.

"Wait me a moment!"

Shen Qian led Wu Ling away from the attack range of the five-colored giants, leaving her to wait where she was, while he himself turned around and rushed into the mist.

A moment later, as golden blood light rose, screams and curses echoed from within the mist.

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