Chinese Superman

Chapter 196 Mountain of Corpses

Within the holographic projection, a swirling mist revealed vaguely moving black shadows. Some were as slender as snakes, others as enormous as mountains, and still others were bizarrely shaped, defying description.

"Later, the fog cleared."

Ma Pingchuan paused, then changed the subject: "But the monster in the mist remained."

Projection switching.

One monster after another appeared, each labeled with its name and a brief description.

The Shadow Creepers lurk underground, sensing vibrations, and live in groups.

The Corrupting Giant Moth – with a wingspan of up to thirty meters, its scales are highly poisonous.

[Flesh and Blood Aggregate] - Formed by the fusion of countless corpses, it has no fixed shape.

The Ghost Spider is as large as an elephant and can spray corrosive webs.

【Night Demon】—Extremely fast, it craves human brains and is afraid of light.

As names flashed by, ferocious figures emerged.

The breathing inside the cabin became heavier.

"These are all known," Ma Pingchuan's voice deepened. "The unknown will only be more numerous and more terrifying."

The holographic projection is turned off.

The lights came back on.

"What we need to do is split into ten groups and conduct a comprehensive and in-depth exploration of Southeast Asia," Ma Pingchuan continued. "We need to find spirit stone veins, collect ancient relics from various Southeast Asian countries, capture live monsters, and do as much as we can. Coming back alive is a victory."

silence.

No one speaks.

But no one backed down.

The unknown is indeed terrifying, but as long as the opponent is a carbon-based life form, it can be killed. In essence, it is no different from the monsters in the [Dungeon], except that it may look more ferocious and ugly.

The Kunpeng space carrier is extremely fast and silent, like a huge boulder, swiftly gliding across the blue sea called Cangqiong.

Xiangzhou, Yunzhou—the vast and boundless land of China is rapidly receding.

Outside the porthole, the giant wall was getting closer and closer.

Xia Xinghan turned his head and looked out the window.

Great Wall.

That was his Great Wall.

Reaching tens of thousands of meters high, stretching across the sky and earth!

The golden walls gleamed in the sunlight, each brick enormous, like the scales of a dragon.

They piled up layer upon layer, stretching to the horizon as if trying to touch the sky.

Even though we were still extremely far apart, an indescribable sense of awe was already overwhelming.

"Oh My God----"

Someone murmured.

"This is the Great Wall—"

"I had long heard that the Great Wall outside the capital was carried away by the Martial Ancestor with his great supernatural powers and strength. Now, the original sites on the Badaling and other mountain ranges are completely bare, surrounded by the Martial Ancestor outside the border. Only by seeing it with my own eyes can I truly appreciate the awe it caused!"

"My goodness, how big is that?!"

"Tell me, just how powerful was the Martial Ancestor? How could he possibly move something so vast and imposing!"

More people crowded to the porthole, their faces almost pressed against the glass.

Seeing the Great Wall today, I finally understand how powerful and far-reaching the Martial Ancestor's might truly is.

The exclamations of the martial artists echoed continuously inside the cabin.

If the Martial Saint of the Martial God Hall is a towering mountain in the hearts of hundreds of millions of martial arts practitioners, then the Martial Ancestor, who has not "manifested his sainthood" in the mortal world for ten years, is the vast wilderness and sky above the mountain!

Boundless and endless, vast and boundless!

The space carrier "Kunpeng" is over 700 meters long and over 190 meters wide—it is one of the largest aircraft in human history.

But at this moment, in front of this golden wall, it is as insignificant as a speck of dust.

"Buzz"

With its core engines operating at full power, the Kunpeng began to ascend.

As you pass through the troposphere, the clouds surge beneath your feet like a white sea.

It continues to rise.

Entering the stratosphere.

The air was thin, the sky was a deep blue-purple, and the sun's rays were even more dazzling and cold.

But that wall—that colossal golden wall—still stands there.

The top is still nowhere in sight.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

People crowded in front of the porthole, their voices trembling with excitement.

"I heard that the Martial Ancestor sits atop the Great Wall, guarding the nation's gate alone! Do you think we can get a chance to meet him?"

""

A young man turned around, his eyes shining brightly.

He was asking Xia Xinghan.

Because Xia Xinghan was right next to him, also looking out the window.

Xia Xinghan turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

Before I could answer, another voice broke in.

What are you thinking about?

It was a middle-aged man, arms crossed, who chuckled.

"The Great Wall stretches for 100,000 kilometers. What difference is there between a person falling on it and a grain of sand falling into the desert? How would you know where the Martial Ancestor is on the Great Wall?"

The young man retorted, "What if we get lucky?"

"Good luck?" The middle-aged man shook his head. "Even if the Martial Ancestor, such a towering figure, stood right in front of you, you wouldn't recognize him. He can only see you if he wants you to; if he doesn't want you to see him, you couldn't find him even if you stared blindly."

Xia Xinghan: "————"

What if they "point" at me to my face? But I have to admit, they're not wrong.

What else could the young man argue about? The broadcast came on again.

"We are about to cross the Great Wall, please hold on tight."

The Kunpeng continued to ascend.

Outside the porthole, the golden walls grew closer and clearer.

The patterns on the bricks and stones were clearly visible. These were not ordinary patterns; they were countless runes, countless restrictions, the marks of ten, a hundred, or a thousand years, and the traces left by blood and fire.

at last.

The Kunpeng spacecraft crossed the Great Wall, traversed the wide top of the wall, and passed through the mysterious light curtain formed by this sacred relic.

At that moment, everyone involuntarily held their breath.

There was excitement, but even more so, there was shock.

On the other side of the wall, the scene was completely different.

The sun was still shining brightly, but the sky was not blue; gloom and gray were the dominant colors.

Even if the mist clears, this place will never be the same as it used to be.

The scene at the corner of the Great Wall was even more horrifying—

It's a mountain of corpses.

It was a real mountain of corpses.

The monster corpses piled up like mountains, numbering in the thousands, tens of thousands, even millions.

They piled up in the corner, spreading out in a vast expanse, stretching into the distance until the horizon.

Some have already turned into bones, leaving only huge skeletons; some are still rotting, emitting visible miasma; and some even retain their posture before death, baring their fangs and claws, with ferocious faces.

Those corpses were too big.

Some were as large as mountains, hundreds of meters high, with huge skeletons half-buried in piles of corpses, ribs like arches, and spines like mountain ranges.

Just looking at them, you can imagine how terrifying they must have been when they were alive.

"Are these... these all... monsters from the mist?!"

Some people's voices trembled, and they couldn't speak a complete sentence.

What's even more alarming are the marks on the Great Wall.

The golden walls were covered with countless bloody claw marks.

Some were only the size of a palm. Some were bigger than a car wheel. Some—covered the entire wall.

The claw marks were still bright red.

It's been ten years.

It was still bright red and glistening.

It looks like it was taken just yesterday.

It's hard to imagine how powerful the creature that left these claw marks must have been in life.

The Kunpeng flew over the mountain of corpses.

Everyone was silent by the porthole, forgetting even to breathe.

Xia Xinghan also looked out the window.

His gaze was calm as it swept over the corpses, the claw marks, and the traces left from ten years ago.

It felt like watching a play that had already ended.

The Kunpeng continued forward, and the towering Great Wall did not seem to shrink or become more distant, because it was so tall.

This massive and advanced aerospace carrier did not venture deep into Southeast Asia itself, but instead flew over the land of corpses and landed in an open area where the jungle met the land of corpses.

Ahead lay endless jungle, endless ruins, and endless unknowns.

The broadcast started again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have entered the world outside the wall."

Ma Pingchuan's voice remained as steady as ever.

"We'll have to rely on ourselves for the rest of the journey."

"Before that, you all need to be divided into groups. Each compartment will be divided into companies of one hundred and teams of ten. After selecting company commanders and team leaders, the teams will be divided into ten groups based on the companies and will venture deep into the jungles of Southeast Asia."

"In addition, the experts accompanying the Kunpeng detected toxic miasma in the outside air, the composition of which is unknown. Fortunately, the Changkong Martial Arts School has prepared a large number of gas masks in advance, and everyone has one. You can pick them up before departure. In addition, each team leader can pick up a specific communicator. The signal base stations in Southeast Asia have been decommissioned, so we can only communicate through the Kunpeng."

After the explanation, the cabin instantly became lively.

Each district began to be divided into companies and squads.

One hundred men form a company, and ten men form a team.

Those who knew each other or came in groups naturally started to stick together.

Those like Xia Xinghan, who went it alone, just went with the flow, waiting to be picked over and put together into a team.

Xia Xinghan leaned against the porthole and didn't move.

He didn't care; once everyone had chosen, he could just join any squad.

The cabin was bustling with people, and the noise was incessant.

"Old Wang! Over here! Over here! We're on the same team!"

"Hey, hey, don't push! Get your gas masks first!"

"Who is the company commander? Who is the company commander?"

Ma Pingchuan's voice continued to come over the radio, giving some instructions—

Where to get gas masks, how to use special communicators, how to contact others in an emergency, and where the meeting point is —

Xia Xinghan didn't listen much, he just quietly looked out the porthole.

He maintained his super hearing and super vision, but he couldn't find the evil god's clone. He could only lure the evil god's clone out through this exploration team.

Just then, a strange sound entered my ears.

"Clatter"

"Clatter"

It sounded like the crisp sound of two things colliding.

Xia Xinghan looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, a middle-aged fat man was sitting in a seat, staring at the thing in his hand with a worried look on his face.

The fat man had shifty eyes, his features were squeezed together, his chin was stacked in three layers, and his round belly was sticking out, making him look like a potato that had come to life.

He held two curved, horn-like objects in his hand and kept throwing them at the folding table in front of him.

"Clatter"

Two "bull horns" have been placed. One is convex and the other is concave.

The fat man's face instantly fell.

"Extremely bad luck—another extremely bad luck—"

He muttered to himself, picked up the two objects, and tossed them again.

"Clatter"

It's another bulge.

"Nine deaths and one life? This is nine deaths and one life?!"

The fat man's face turned even uglier, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He didn't believe in superstition and threw it again.

"Clatter"

It's still convex.

"No way—no way—"

"Why does it feel like I'm doomed no matter who I team up with?"

"Even the option to survive on the [Kunpeng] is fraught with peril, is it really that weird?!"

"Is there anyone who can help me? Where is this person? Please help me!"

He muttered to himself, clutching the two objects in his hands, and looked around as if searching for someone to help him out of his predicament.

His gaze swept over each face, then he left his seat, tossing the toss as he walked.

"Clatter"

One convex and one convex.

Throw it again.

"Clatter"

It's still convex.