This thing rushed towards Chen Chuan extremely quickly, but just one step before it was about to enter his attack range, it suddenly buzzed and flew away to the other side.

It kept circling around him in the distance, sometimes getting closer, sometimes retreating, as if trying to lure him into attacking.

Chen Chuan could see clearly that these things were small birds with sharp beaks and teeth, and a circle of flamboyant feathers around their necks, making them look very fierce. Each one was only a little bigger than a fingertip, and at first glance, one might mistake them for some kind of insect.

These birds looked extremely agile, and they actually moved together as a group, flying and dodging as one. Even when turning rapidly, not a single one fell behind.

He had tried to attack them with Spiritual Power, but it didn't have much effect, as if these things had a very strong ability to resist Spiritual Power.

After circling around him a dozen times, the birds seemed to see that he was standing still, so they tried to get closer. However, once they reached a certain distance, they seemed to sense danger and quickly flew away with a buzz.

But although they dodged, they didn't go too far away, as if they were constantly looking for opportunities and openings to attack.

Chen Chuan looked up. There was such a large, dark mass that it almost formed a cloud. There must be at least tens of thousands of them. If he used Internal energy and knives to deal with them, even if he knocked down a few, it wouldn't be of much use.

He told Zhao Ming, who was circling in the high sky, not to get close and to retreat as far as possible. Then, he walked alone to the two-wheeled Motorized vehicle, opened his bag, and took out the Dragon's Roar Corporation's Thunderbolt Cannon.

This thing was a semi-biological firearms. As soon as it was buckled onto his arm, the biological parts immediately wriggled on their own, quickly conforming to his arm and clinging to his shoulder, firmly fastening the tail end.

His hand grasped the Thunderbolt Cannon's trigger perfectly. It wasn't operated with fingers, but with the palm of the hand, requiring the elbow to cooperate and exert force when pulling the trigger.

Because the cartridges were already loaded in advance, he stood still after this thing was installed.

After waiting for a while, the flock of birds rushed towards him again. However, it was still the same as before, not approaching any closer within a certain distance, but flapping its wings and dodging away.

At this time, Chen Chuan, as if he had predicted it, turned the arm holding the Thunderbolt Cannon in the direction the flock of birds was dodging, and then suddenly pulled the lever.

With a bang, a fleeting flash of fire spurted from the muzzle.

A large number of buckshot sprayed out of the muzzle, forming two cone-shaped spray surfaces within fifty or sixty meters in front of him. All the strange birds within this range disappeared in an instant, with only fragmented debris being sprayed out.

Chen Chuan didn't stop there. He turned and fired another shot at the remaining strange birds, then turned his body again and fired another shot. In an instant, he fired four shots in four directions, basically covering all the flight directions of this group of strange birds.

By the time he stopped, not a single one of the flying strange birds could be seen. The surrounding area was full of the smell of gunpowder. When the white smoke and Aftereffects from the muzzle slowly dissipated, all that could be seen was a ground covered in blasted flesh and blood residue, with only some scattered feathers sticking to the mushy flesh and blood, trembling rapidly in the airflow.

At this time, the ground suddenly became a little softer. Small things like ants emerged from the ground, then gathered together to bite the residue and burrowed back into the ground again. Even the soil stained with blood was not wasted and was collected and Moved together.

In just a moment, all traces of the strange birds' existence disappeared.

Chen Chuan just glanced at it and ignored it. These little things usually weren't harmful to living things, but these insects and ants didn't seem to be afraid of Spirit impact.

The vast majority of creatures he encountered on the way here were afraid of Spirit collision. Where was the difference? Was it because of their special structure, or for some other reason? This was worth exploring.

But now there was no time for that.

He looked down at the Thunderbolt Cannon in his hand again. This thing was labeled as a gun, but it was actually a small cannon.

It was indeed very useful at close range, and there were a total of twenty-four cartridges, two loaded at a time, allowing for twelve consecutive shots.

If you added the appropriate Speed and fired a few shots at close range, people without sufficient protection would be seriously injured on the spot. Even a Third-Limit Martial Artist without Iron Body TrainingHeart Qi couldn't withstand it.

However, it was not easy to maintain balance while holding this thing in combat, especially when encountering opponents of the same level. There was almost no chance to adjust, and it was very easy to be destroyed. So, although the lethality was sufficient, the actual application was not high.

But it was very useful in certain specific situations.

He tapped the buckle on his shoulder a couple of times, loosening the entanglement. After pulling his hand back, he packed up the gun and put it back into the side bag.

This encounter must have been deliberately arranged by the Union and others.

In fact, he had felt just now that the camp had been left here for quite some time. According to the situation in the Convergence Zone, it shouldn't be the same as when they left, even if they sprinkled medicinal powder and insect repellent, it would have expired long ago.

Unless there was some kind of creature here that regarded this place as its own territory, it would be able to maintain this state.

Those small birds were really difficult for ordinary people to deal with. They couldn't be driven away or killed. If that was all, a Martial Artist had plenty of stamina. But the problem was that once they were entangled until the night in the Convergence Zone, or came to destroy your rest facilities and environment, almost no one could withstand it.

And the Union was able to use these strange birds, which was not a simple method, but there should also be many restrictions.

While thinking, he got on the vehicle and continued to track along the traces left by the Union and others.

When he was about to approach the evening, he saw the second camp.

Similarly, the existence of the camp itself indicated that the Union people must have left some backup plans.

He looked at the sky. He had to find a place to stay before nightfall. This place was actually not bad, spacious enough, and there was still a lot of spare firewood and fuel left by the used fire.

He parked the two-wheeled Motorized vehicle aside, let Zhao Ming keep watch in the sky, and walked step by step into the camp with the Snow Emperor Blade in hand.

He wondered what he would encounter this time.

He could feel that the surrounding trees and streams were relatively quiet. Unlike the way he came, he couldn't even hear the sounds of birds and insects. It seemed that the thing hidden here was not simple.

He looked at the middle of the camp, where there was a large tent, but it had collapsed at the moment, as if it was covering something.

As he gradually approached, the thing inside seemed to be alarmed. The tent suddenly lifted up, and then a low roar was emitted, causing the pebbles on the ground to jump up in bursts.

Under the tent, six eyes flickered with light, and a very strong bloody smell could be smelled from a distance.

Chen Chuan stood calmly. Judging from the sound and size, it was a very large beast. The thing stared at him for a while, seemingly very cautious, and didn't rush up immediately, but lowered its body and slowly retreated.

But just as it made this movement, the two eyes seemed to become blank for a moment, and then suddenly revealed a fierce light. In a roar, it rushed towards him. Its huge size brought up a strong airflow, but the tent seemed to be sewn onto its body and was not thrown off.

Chen Chuan held the Snow Emperor Blade still. After the monster came over, it suddenly leaped forward. Before it had landed, the Snow Emperor Blade, without being unsheathed, slashed down from the front at a Speed that exceeded its observation ability. With a bang, it hit its head directly.

Because the monster was rushing forward at a high Speed, it was even stagnant in the air for a moment when it was blocked. However, its own huge weight and the force of the impact were unable to push the Snow Emperor Blade even half a point. After what seemed like one or two breathing, it crashed to the ground with a bang.

At this time, its brain tissue and bones had been completely shattered by the impact of Internal energy, lying there like a pile of mud.

Chen Chuan then inserted the Snow Emperor Blade into the ground next to him, bent down, reached out, and pulled open the inside of the tent, seeing that many Secret Ritual patterns were indeed depicted on it.

Moreover, in order to enhance the ritual effect, the skin of this beast, which he didn't know the name of, was peeled off first, and then the tent was sewn onto its body.

Compared to the last camp, this was another style.

He identified the pattern. This style was somewhat like the ritual of The First People. Were they people from the Linax Federation?

Because after The First People were slaughtered and absorbed, many things that originally belonged to them fell into the hands of the Linax people.

In this way, the Union and the people of the Linax Federation were indeed acting together.

It seemed that he had to catch up quickly. However, after this day, the two-wheeled Motorized vehicle was almost out of fuel, and as he continued to go deeper, the trees became denser and denser, and the road became more and more difficult to walk. It seemed that he had to walk from tomorrow.

After considering it, he dragged the corpse out of the camp. After returning, he inspected the inside and outside of the camp again, confirmed that there were no more abnormalities, simply cleaned up, used the surrounding materials to re-ignite the several bonfires, re-sprinkled the medicinal powder, and then chose a relatively dry location to set up the tent.

After everything was done, it was not completely dark yet, but he was already preparing to start Cultivation. He directly called Zhao Ming back, zipped up the tent, and then raised the Snow Emperor Blade and split open a Fissure. He sat down here.

Cultivation in the Convergence Zone allowed for very fast progress in Spiritual Power. Of course, part of this was due to the existence of the World Ring's breach. If it was filled, even if he could cut open a Fissure, he would probably be subject to certain restrictions.

At this time, he couldn't help but think that the constant dissipation of Pure Essence over the past few months would definitely cause a lot of Influence worldwide. Many Martial Artists who originally had no hope of being promoted might be able to find a way out.

The world was changing, and more and more talented people were emerging one after another. This was a good thing for fighting against another world, but the competition for resources would inevitably intensify. Seizing relics could perhaps be seen as a continuation of this struggle.

He stared at the Fissure in front of him, inserted the Snow Emperor Blade into the ground on the side, and then began to welcome the essence and unknown coming from the other side with the Spiritual Power that had been accumulated and transported.

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