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

Chapter 560 Protracted War

A surge of anger welled up in Feng Ling's throat; she couldn't swallow it, nor could she spit it out.

They were so close to their prey, but now they could only watch helplessly as it escaped.

Stitches can carry messengers smoothly through sandstorms, either by possessing special cards or carrying special items.

Feng Ling paced back and forth on the outskirts of the sandstorm, feeling very unwilling.

She looked down and asked Tiger-headed Bug, "Can we dig a tunnel in this lousy place?"

With a roar, the tiger-headed worm twisted its massive body and burrowed into the sand, more agile and efficient than burrowing into the soil. However, wherever it dug, the sand slid down, and the gaps were quickly filled, making it impossible to form a solid tunnel.

Meanwhile, the crows, unable to withstand the cold desert night, gathered together in a large clump.

Feng Ling had never counted the number of Little Three, but she could tell at a glance that the number had decreased significantly because the overall size had obviously become smaller.

—When the third one first hatched, it was already quite large, about 100 cubic meters, which is about the size of a living room that is six meters long and six meters wide. Later, it participated in the locust eradication operation, ate a lot, and its size doubled. Then, when it killed the white dragon Azdaha, most of it was burned to death. When it killed the Lord of the Abyss River, the Naga, some of it died. When the messenger released the Doomsday Judgment, some of it did not have time to escape, which caused its size to become smaller.

Now all the crows were huddled together, shivering. Feng Ling felt that their size was not even as big as a double-door wardrobe.

Thinking about it this way, she became even angrier.

She suffered heavy losses but received no reward as she deserved; she had never been so cheated before.

The last time I got burned was when I killed Xingguang in the tunnel in Jingnan City.

Although she suffered a great loss that time, she still achieved her ultimate goal. But this time, she got nothing!
No!

She doesn't accept it!

Even if she has to turn this place upside down, she will catch those two damned aliens!

Feng Ling switched to a third-person perspective again, looking down at the desert.

The locations of all alien species and pollutants within a 20-kilometer radius are clearly visible. The only problem is that cloud-like sandstorms constantly roll and move in this area, forming a natural protective barrier.

That's right, sandstorms don't stay in one place; they move around.

The messenger's weakened state will take at least a day to recover. Feng Ling speculates that he will not leave the sandstorm area until he is fully recovered. As long as she can hold the outer perimeter, she can intercept any alien species that leaves the sandstorm area.

The premise is that she can hold on to it.

She stared intently at the red dots within the sandstorm area with the Eye of Horus. The scattered ones were pottery monsters lying motionless in the sand, the slightly shifting ones were pollutants either foraging or patrolling, and the small cluster of red dots was most likely the Star Society led by the messenger.

"A test of endurance, is it?" Feng Ling snorted coldly, reverting to human form on the spot, retaining only the outer layer of scales to protect against the cold wind.

Since we're preparing for a protracted war, we can't keep using the second form indefinitely.

She needed to find a sheltered spot to observe the sandstorm's movement, which would also make the crows feel better.

Feng Ling looked around and noticed some huge rocks standing in the desert. The outlines of the rocks were rounded by the wind and sand, and from a distance they looked like low sofas.

From a third-person perspective, you can also see several red dots wandering around near the rocks.

The red dots are very small and pale in color; they are probably just a few weak and insignificant pollutants.

Feng Ling patted the tiger-headed insect's head, then flipped over and mounted it. "Let's go, we're going there."

The tiger-headed worm was extremely excited, shaking its head and swaying its body. Its seemingly clumsy body moved like a fish in water in the desert, crawling at a very fast speed.

The human-faced crows flapped their wings and followed one after another, trembling as they flew.

Upon arriving at the designated rock, Fengling discovered a nest of mutated gerbils.

Almost identical to ordinary gerbils, except for their larger size, she also found a mineral water bottle cap and biscuit crumbs in the burrow. Feng Ling suspected that this wasn't a maze, but rather a place contaminated by it, which explained the presence of human artifacts, and that the gerbils had mutated due to the contamination.

Ignoring any sympathy for the gerbil family, Feng Ling killed the nest of gerbils to provide nutrition for the third gerbil and Da Chong. Then she had Da Chong further expand the space in the burrow so that she could rest and find shelter from the wind there.

The night was cold, and it would be more comfortable if there was a fire, but Li Qing wasn't around, which meant that all the items in the backpack were unusable.

If she could make a phone call to Su Yuqing, Su Yuqing would definitely be able to send her supplies, but she didn't bring her phone, and now she can't contact anyone.

Feng Ling thought to herself with a bittersweet smile: If Ye Zheng had come along, he would definitely be lecturing her for lacking teamwork, nagging and going on and on like a headmaster.

The night was deeper.

The tiger-headed insect began to snore beside her, and the crows huddled together, closing their eyes one after another.

The wind outside the cave was still strong, and the sandstorm in the distance kept changing position due to the wind direction, like a perpetual motion machine.

Feng Ling stared at the red dot in the third-person perspective, silently pondering how to kill the alien species in the sandstorm.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

……

As dawn breaks, the temperature rises, changing from cold to warm.

But the sandstorms did not disappear; they continued to migrate across the desert.

The hideout chosen by the alien species is clearly a special location, like the center of a clock, where a portion of the sandstorm will always cover it, no matter how the sandstorm shifts its position.

One of the red dots was gradually becoming more noticeable, and Feng Ling suspected that this red dot was a messenger whose physical strength was recovering.

It's impossible not to be anxious; the enemy's location is crystal clear, yet you can't get close.

Feng Ling stared at the red dot, her right hand unconsciously scooping up a handful of sand from the ground and silently clenching it—the sand grains fell softly through her tightening fingers, scattering finely on the ground, silently bearing the weight of suppressed anger.

She wanted to hold the messenger like that, and crush it bit by bit.

Feng Ling glanced at the sky outside, bent down to leave the cave, and stood up to call out, "Let's go, let's set off."

The human-faced crow shook its feathers and flew away from the cave, while the tiger-headed beetle poked half of its head out of the sand.

She plans to go back into the sandstorm.

This time she was determined not to change direction again, and no matter how many pottery jars she encountered, she would not let her attention waver.

The tiger-headed bug was a great means of transportation, and Fengling rode it off.

The first three kilometers were exceptionally smooth, with the tiger-headed bug galloping across the undulating sand dunes as smoothly as a roller coaster.

But as the sun rises and the temperature soars, the tiger worms slow down and frequently try to burrow into the sand to avoid the scorching sun.

Feng Ling had no choice but to walk.

The temperature here is rising very quickly; she felt it had already exceeded forty degrees Celsius, and might even be fifty.

The sand on the ground was scorching hot, and judging from the current time, it was not even eight o'clock yet. I wonder how high the temperature would be by noon.

The human-faced crows were the first to give out, and they cried out one by one behind Feng Ling.

Their feathers are jet black, and their bodies are now hotter than an electric scooter seat in summer.

(End of this chapter)