Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

After escaping the battle, Yang Laowu quickly bandaged his wounds and continued his desperate escape through the dense forest.

The excruciating pain and blood loss caused his vision to blur, and his internal energy was almost completely depleted, leaving him in a very sorry state.

Every hundred paces, he would stop to catch his breath and listen intently to what was happening behind him.

Only after confirming that Gu Yu was not chasing after him did he dare to relax a little.

He knew his current condition; let alone retrieving the White Jade Token, he would surely die if he didn't treat his injuries soon.

Yang Laowu gritted his teeth, suppressing the resentment and unwillingness churning in his heart, "You just wait and see at Fuhu Mountain."

A sinister idea quickly took shape.

He couldn't get the White Jade Token, but he absolutely couldn't let that vile woman possess it peacefully.

Once he descended the mountain, he spread the news that the White Jade Token was in the hands of Fuhu Mountain.

In Liangzhou, and even throughout the entire Great Wei Dynasty, there were far too many forces interested in the White Jade Token.

At that time, countless greedy jackals will come drawn by the scent of blood, just to see how she will deal with it.

Thinking of the endless pursuit that Gu Yu was about to face, a twisted sense of pleasure flashed through Yang Laowu's heart.

He made his way around and staggered down the only path he remembered for going down the mountain.

We must leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

When he finally emerged from a dense forest and stepped onto that familiar narrow mountain path, he felt a slight sense of relief.

After passing through this treacherous path, a short distance further down, you'll find a main road leading down the mountain.

Should we speed up and head down the mountain? We've just stepped onto this path.

My hair stood on end instantly!

There is an ambush.

His pupils contracted sharply as he heard a faint sound.

At this moment, Yang Laowu was like a frightened bird; his first thought upon hearing any noise was to retreat.

On the left and right sides are steep cliffs that are almost vertical and smooth as a mirror.

But now he has lost only a tenth of his strength and is long past his prime.

What he didn't expect was that the opponent's hidden weapon was even faster.

Then, he saw a very familiar figure, Lin Feng, holding a short, thick black iron pipe that he had never seen before, pointing it at him.

"Da da da da da..."

A series of rapid, dense roaring sounds suddenly exploded.

The sound was so strange and abrupt that it instantly shattered the silence of the mountains.

Wandering through the valley.

Yang Laowu tried his best to escape backwards. Although he could see the hidden weapons, the distance was too close and the speed was too fast, so he couldn't dodge the dense rain of bullets.

Orange-red flames burst from the front of the iron pipe, and countless deadly "sparks" spewed out, instantly engulfing him.

Yang Laowu clearly felt a strong, burnt smell, like flesh being instantly charred by high temperature, rush into his nasal cavity.

"You're despicable...despicable..."

Yang Laowu's consciousness quickly blurred, his last thoughts were absurd and unwilling, but mostly he couldn't believe it.

How could a menial disciple possess the skill to unleash hidden weapons comparable to a master of innate level?

Even more unexpectedly, there were so many hidden weapons in an instant.

This is the first time in my life I've ever seen such a hidden weapon.

"He hunted eagles his whole life, only to have his eyes pecked out by one."

Before he could finish his sentence, his broken body staggered and plummeted straight toward the cliff to his left.

The pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the mountain road.

Lin Feng slowly put down the still slightly hot submachine gun in his hand, wisps of smoke rising from its muzzle.

His face remained expressionless; he simply listened intently.

Apart from the gradually subsiding echoes in the valley, there was no other sound.

He strode forward and deftly picked up the 50 scattered brass shell casings one by one, leaving no trace.

Then he carefully leaned out and looked down the cliff.

About fifty meters below, hanging from a crooked pine tree that had stubbornly grown from a crack in the rock was Yang Laowu's corpse.

He lay face down, his limbs hanging limply, clearly lifeless.

When finishing off an enemy, make sure it's a clean kill.

Since we don't know the methods of a master who has acquired the skills later in life, it's safer to finish them off.

Lin Feng silently recited the survival rules.

He took out a bow and arrow from his spatial storage, nocked an arrow, and squinted to aim.

"Whoosh"

The arrow pierced Yang Laowu's neck with pinpoint accuracy.

Lin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the body was no longer moving.

The next step is the cleanup, which is also a difficult problem.

Yang Laowu's body is hanging halfway down the mountain. How can we get down?

The cliff is almost vertical, and climbing down it by hand is too risky; a fall would mean certain death.

Lin Feng's mind raced. Suddenly, he thought of space.

A bold idea emerged.

"If I jump from here, just before I land... or just before I hit that pine tree, I can instantly hide in the space."

Will the force of gravity disappear during a fall?

"If you come out of space again, is it the same as starting free fall again from the height you disappeared from?"

The theory seems feasible, but it needs to be verified.

He looked around and his gaze fell on a large tree about ten meters tall not far away.

That's it.

Lin Feng quickly climbed up the tree canopy and onto a thick horizontal branch about six meters above the ground.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and jumped.

My body plummeted rapidly, the wind whistling past my ears.

He stared intently at the ground, silently counting the altitude in his mind.

Five meters... four meters... three meters...

Just as he was less than two meters from the ground and his falling speed reached its maximum, Lin Feng's figure disappeared.

When they reappeared, they were already in the space.

The astonishing feeling of falling and the sound of wind from before had completely disappeared.

Pause briefly in the space, calm your mind, and then let your thoughts turn again.

He reappeared in the outer void.

Despite the force of gravity, the fall was only about two meters.

He landed on the ground as if he had just jumped lightly, his knees slightly bent, without making a loud noise.

"It's a success!" Lin Feng thought with delight.

With the successful experiment, he felt more confident facing the real cliff, but the tension still remained.

After all, this time it was a height of over a hundred meters.

He returned to the edge of the cliff and peered out to estimate the location and relative height of the pine tree where Yang Laowu's body was.

The valley wind made his robes rustle.

Lin Feng confirmed the landing point again, and then leaped off the cliff in the general direction of the pine tree.

A strong sense of weightlessness struck him instantly, and his body plummeted at an alarming speed. A gust of wind rushed towards him, and Lin Feng's face was distorted.

The cliff face rushed up before our eyes.

Lin Feng forced himself to calm down, widening his eyes as he searched for the pine tree in his rapidly changing field of vision.

The distance is rapidly closing—50 meters, 30 meters…

The outline of the pine tree became clearer and clearer, and you could even see the dark shadows hanging on it.

2 m.

Just as he was about to crash hard into the tree canopy, his vision blurred, and he entered the space again.

The sensation of falling madly vanished abruptly, and the stark contrast made his heart pound and him feel slightly dizzy.

He didn't go out immediately.

I waited quietly in the space for about ten seconds, allowing my rapid heartbeat and breathing to calm down. Then, I left the space again.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a pine tree and firmly grasped the trunk with one hand.

With a leap, he landed steadily on the thick trunk of the crooked pine tree.

The mountain wind howled, making the tree branches and he himself sway.

Lin Feng did not delay.

Reaching out and pressing on Yang Laowu's stiff corpse, the black lotus instantly devoured it.

The next moment, Yang Laowu's body vanished without a trace, leaving no mark whatsoever.

Only the branch that once bore the corpse still swayed listlessly in the air.

Having done all this, Lin Feng didn't linger.

Re-enter the space.

As soon as I entered the space, countless rays of light enveloped my entire body.

Lin Feng's aura rapidly soared.