It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 559 Desert
Feng Ling didn't know where she was.

Upon entering the teleportation array, the sudden drop in temperature made her shiver. Before she could even figure out where she was, a raging cold wind blew sand all over her face!
Her eyes were blinded, and she lunged forward at the stitched beast!

However, the chaotic mental field continued to affect her, causing her attack direction to deviate again. The steel blade should have cleanly cleaved the target in two, but because of this deviation, it only sliced ​​off half a leg.

The Stitched Beast has too many legs, like drinks in a vending machine. Take away the drink in front, and the one in the back immediately takes its place. Losing a leg is no big deal.

Feng Ling shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her mind. When she opened her eyes again, she saw an extremely vast sea of ​​sand—

The undulating sand dunes, like solidified black waves, stretched all the way to the horizon, while the stitched beast, carrying the weakened messenger, fled into the distant sandstorm!
A sandstorm rolled in, blotting out the sky! Like a ravenous, prehistoric beast, it swallowed up the Stitched Beast and the messenger in an instant!
All Fengling could see was sand; the stitched beast and the messenger were nowhere to be seen. But from a third-person perspective, the two red dots were moving forward inside the sandstorm.

Moreover, even further away, there are more scattered red dots!

The red dots are either allies of the alien species or pollutants inhabiting this area.

Feng Ling sped up to catch up.

She couldn't let the Stitched Beast and the Messenger continue forward; if they overlapped with other red dots, it would be very easy for her to confuse her target.

The wind howled, visibility decreased, and fine sand and gravel made a metallic scraping sound as they hit the scales. As she rushed into the sandstorm, she suddenly realized that her third-person perspective had failed!
All the red dots have disappeared!
The third-person perspective has turned into flashing snowflakes!
Feng Ling was startled and immediately retreated the way she came. Once she was out of the sandstorm's range, her third-person perspective returned to normal—the two red dots representing the stitched beast and the messenger were getting farther and farther away from her.

She was caught in a dilemma: if she continued to chase them, she would most likely lose her way, but if she didn't chase them, wouldn't that be the same as watching those two alien species escape?

The messenger nearly killed her, yet she didn't even manage to catch a single hair from him!

Feng Ling is furious!
She stared intently at the path the red dots had taken, thinking that as long as she aimed in their direction and chased after them, she would definitely catch up, unless the two alien species suddenly turned a corner along the way.

She took a deep breath and tried to enter the sandstorm again!

No matter how fierce the sandstorm raged, she forced herself to stay straight and follow the direction the alien species was fleeing! — Even if the direction shifted at this moment, she herself could not notice it, because the third-person perspective could not be used in the sandstorm.

She was like a blind person who had lost her sight, only able to track her prey by memory.

Suddenly, her front paws stepped on something hard. She thought it was a rock buried in the sand and didn't pay attention. But then the "rock" suddenly sprang up with two curved blades! It turned out to be a human with arms and legs!
It was slender and agile, naked except for old, faded strips of cloth that were no longer recognizable as their original color. The most striking difference from humans was that it had a clay pot on its head, with rough facial features painted on it, making it look extremely sinister and eerie.

Feng Ling quickly realized that this was not a human, but a humanoid contaminant.

The sandstorm wasn't an ordinary sandstorm; it was a sandstorm with a special mechanism in the maze, which is why her skills became ineffective.

Normally, Feng Ling might have been driven by curiosity to fight the pottery jar assassin in front of her for a few rounds, but now, she had no time to deal with these trash. She impatiently flicked out her tentacles and continued to chase after them.

The steel-bladed tentacle sliced ​​through the clay pot man in one swift motion, instantly cleaving him in two at the waist, with large amounts of sand gushing from the wounds at both ends.

Its body collapsed quickly, like a rag doll with its core removed, until finally the earthenware pot landed with a thud, tumbling rapidly in the wind—and landed precisely in front of Feng Ling, before rising up again!

The sand reshaped its body, and the terracotta warrior charged at Wind Feather, brandishing two curved blades!

Bang, bang!

The blade struck the scales of the wind feather, leaving two barely visible scratches.

The clay figure fell silent.

Its genes were designed to attack any living thing within the sandstorm, so after a moment's hesitation, it launched another attack on Windfeather, even though the attack was ineffective. Bang bang bang bang bang!

Feng Ling was annoyed and pinned the pottery jar down with one claw!
The sand beneath its feet seemed alive, slipping into the clay pot with incredible smoothness! And then emerging from between its claws! The wind and sand reshaped its body once more, and it charged fearlessly towards the enemy like an agile ancient Persian warrior!

Snapped!
Feng Ling's patience was completely exhausted. The steel blade lashed at the "face" of the pottery man like a whip, and the pottery shattered instantly!
The broken pottery shards disintegrated along with the sand and were swept away by the sandstorm.

Feng Ling understood that the old methods of slitting the throat and cutting the belly were ineffective against this kind of monster; the only way was to destroy the pottery jar.

But what to do now?
She was delayed for a moment by the pottery monster and seemed to have gone astray.

All around was sand, sand in the sky, sand on the ground, sand as far as the eye could see!

We can't catch up with them!
They can't kill them!

The serpent roared with its head raised in the sandstorm, venting its anger.

She had to leave this place and redetermine the direction the alien species was heading; otherwise, continuing the chase would only take her further and further away from her target.

Feng Ling turned and retreated, figuring out the general direction so she could get out eventually.

The sandstorm raged, the cold wind was biting, and the harsh environment drained her strength. With each step she took, her claws sank deeper into the sand, as if she were carrying a heavy load.

Feng Ling cursed as she walked: "Bastard, bastard, bastard..."

Then she wondered: Could there be quicksand in this place?
The thought sent chills down her spine, and she sped up, running back the way she came!
Logically speaking, she had only been in the sandstorm for a few minutes. If she had retreated the same way she came, even if her direction had deviated slightly, she should have been able to get out in a few more minutes.

But after running for almost twenty minutes and cutting down seven or eight pottery jars along the way, she was still surrounded by the sandstorm.

Feng Ling had no choice but to stop, thinking to herself: No way? It would be too stupid for a hidden boss like me to be trapped and die in a place like this.

Or should we stay where we are and wait for the sandstorm to stop before taking action?

Feng Ling stared at the sand piling up beneath her and realized that this method probably wouldn't work. Before the sandstorm subsided, she would be buried alive by the sand.

Just then, the impatient cawing of a crow could be heard amidst the sound of the wind.

Feng Ling looked in the direction of the sound, and if she listened carefully, she could hear the tiger-headed insect's low growls.

She has a close connection with the life forms she hatched, and can sense each other's presence.

As Feng Ling discerned the location of the cries, she adjusted her direction and advanced for two or three minutes, at which point the sandstorm noticeably subsided.

As she continued walking forward, she saw shadowy figures of crows with human faces flying about in the sandstorm ahead.

The wind was too strong, so they couldn't fly in and could only wander around the periphery of the sandstorm.

Feng Ling burst out of the sandstorm in one breath. The hazy sand and dust disappeared, and the third-person perspective returned. Red dots covered the entire desert, making it impossible to determine which red dot belonged to the messenger.

(End of this chapter)