Among the crowd, only Yang Qinglan did not make a move, holding a handful of bullet casings in her fair and jade-like hand, lost in thought.
She looked at the distant sea and Mount Fuji again, and finally scattered the spent bullet casings over there.
Ding-dong~
The sound of bullet casings hitting the ground, though inconspicuous amidst the intense gunfire, was exceptionally crisp.
"A-Zhou, position the carriage at the six o'clock position!" Yang Qinglan called out softly at the same time.
Bullets rained down, and everyone was suppressed and dared not fight back. The Alphard's mangled body in Li Changzhou's hands was their only hope for survival.
Once they were put down, the seven men were immediately riddled with bullets.
boom!
Li Changzhou waved his arms, making the heavy carriage feel as light as a pillow in his hands. He swept away wave after wave of bullets as if he were using a pillow to pop balloons.
The moment Yang Qinglan spoke, he slammed the mangled body down behind everyone.
They were exposed to a hail of bullets, and the air itself seemed to tighten instantly, making everyone feel suffocated.
Bang bang bang bang!
The gunfire was intense, all hitting the carriages, with bullet heads rolling all over the ground.
"Hmm?" The modifier zoomed in.
The drone ceased fire and circled the wreckage of the train carriage; Li Changzhou and the others had vanished.
It's impossible for him to have escaped.
In this mission, cultivation is also prohibited; one can only continuously develop one's knowledge and physical body, making the most of both.
If everyone who first entered this world was like a piece of iron, then the modifier has now been tempered into steel and can easily crush others.
In its observation, the King of Black Mist was even more terrifying. He didn't need time; relying solely on his understanding of physical strength and powerful martial arts, he was already steel from the moment he entered this world.
Fortunately, they didn't land together, otherwise even if they were all combined, they might not be enough for the Black Mist King to kill alone.
This is a player who can physically challenge a true dragon.
Who is Zhenlong? He is the son of a sage!
The modifier believed he was destined by heaven, but for a long time, he regarded the 'saint' as the destiny, and too many civilizations in the universe were the saint's testing grounds.
One line was pondering random thoughts, another was chatting with thirty natives online, one was directing the witch and others, another was directing the drones in Tokyo, and yet another was keeping an eye on the remains of the Alpha in the wilderness.
It temporarily put aside its random thoughts and chatter to focus all its efforts on solving the Alphard's situation.
"What is this thing?" I was completely baffled.
He ordered the aircraft to open fire, but even though it was meant to be strafing, the aircraft seemed to be possessed, focusing intently on the wreckage of the train carriages.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Luckily, my sister-in-law is smart!" Li Qianxia only calls Yang Qinglan "sister-in-law" when she needs something, which shows how much she admires her at this moment.
Princess Peacock also said admiringly, "The cultivation of all arts—formations, elixirs, magical artifacts, talismans, beast taming, pulse diagnosis, etc.—is divided into three realms: entry level, minor success, and major success. The Empress can set up formations without using any magical power, which means she has already reached the minor success realm!"
"It's just a mountain and sea shadow-seeking formation. Without Mount Fuji and the sea, the terrain is too unique, and there's nothing I can do." Yang Qinglan was being modest, but also speaking the truth.
“Your ability to adapt to changing circumstances is truly remarkable,” Li Changzhou said with a smile. “My array formations are already highly developed, but since entering this mission, I’ve never thought about setting up an array.”
Yang Qinglan didn't reply, but looked at his hands.
Everyone's eyes followed.
Those hands were completely burned black, even the sleeves were gone, and the parts that came into direct contact with the carriage were faintly carbonized.
"Brother," Li Qianxia said with heartache.
Li Changshou didn't take it seriously. With a little effort, the dust on his hands fell off like a thin veil, leaving them clean.
Her hands were fair and delicate, which made the carbonized parts appear even more grotesque.
Li Changzhou didn't use a knife; he simply tore off the charred and burnt meat with his bare hands. Even though everyone was a god, the sight was horrifying, and their hearts clenched as if being torn apart.
They also kill, but never with such care, especially when the injured are their own people.
Li Changzhou didn't care at all. He controlled his strength, stopped the bleeding, and clenched his fist slightly.
The wound will still reopen when I exert myself, but it won't affect my combat ability. As long as I can hold on until 9 p.m. tomorrow and return to the Heavenly Road, this minor injury will heal in less than a breath.
Yang Qinglan didn't show much heartache.
She knew her own man well. Back when they lived in the courtyard on Yanhe Road, he would spend all day playing with his hands by holding them over an alcohol lamp.
"Let's go." Li Changzhou picked up a bullet and casually shot down all the aircraft in the sky.
The crowd began to run across the land.
To prevent the enemy from ambushing them again, they kept changing their route, always taking routes with cover.
"Your judgment is not bad," Chang'e said to Yang Qinglan on the way.
Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou's retreating figure and smiled: "That's not what I value about him."
I mean he trusts you.
The stronger a person is, the more they believe in themselves. Even though Li Changzhou was capable of stopping the bullets, he still listened to Yang Qinglan and lowered the vehicle. Chang'e was satisfied with this.
Yang Qinglan didn't notice, because she and Li Changzhou already trusted each other.
Originally scheduled to arrive in Tokyo at 6 PM, due to this unexpected event and the detour, the group didn't enter the Tokyo night until 8 PM.
"Brother, where should we go to find Sister Yao and the others?" Li Qianxia asked.
Li Changzhou thought for a moment and then had an idea: "Just come with me!"
With a whoosh, the seven figures flickered like ghosts in the bustling night scene, quickly landing on the Shibuya Sky Observation Deck.
In the night breeze, gazing at the Yaochi Pond overlooking the Tokyo Skytree, she slowly turned around, a smile appearing on her face.
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