National Survival: I Supported the Dragon Nation by Hunting Dinosaurs

Azure Feather flies at low altitude...

This sky overlord with its astonishing wingspan has now concealed all its presence, silently hovering above the canyon known as "A Line of Sky".

Below is a forest of scattered rocks...

The grayish-white rocks resembled fangs, jagged and interlocking, shattering the moonlight into fragments.

Zhang Li lay on Cang Yu's back, the night wind blowing into his collar, but he was completely unaware.

A faint blue light shimmered in his pupils; his [Eye of Omniscience] was being activated to its fullest extent...

In that shadow where even light could hardly penetrate, the world appeared in his mind in another form.

The texture of the rocks, the veins of the plants, the crawling tracks of the insects... and a heat source that is moving extremely slowly.

"Found it."

Zhang Li said in a low voice.

A person was lying behind a weathered rock fifty meters from the canyon entrance.

That location was chosen in an extremely clever way, with its back to a blind spot, offering a wide field of vision that perfectly covered the entire fan-shaped area of ​​the entrance.

If one doesn't have omniscient eyes, even if they get right up to them, they might not be able to notice.

That was a contestant from South Korea, holding a pistol and warily scanning his surroundings.

Zhang Li patted Leng Feng on the shoulder, put his right index and middle fingers together, pointed to the shadow in that direction, and then made a throat-cutting gesture.

This is hand signaling used in combat... Even if Leng Feng couldn't see the enemy, he could roughly know their location.

Leng Feng nodded, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

No need for many words; it's a tacit understanding etched into the bones of comrades-in-arms.

Cang Yu lowered his body and flew over at a height of ten meters above the ground.

Two dark figures leaped down from the dragon's back like ghosts.

The moment they landed, the two of them rolled over almost simultaneously, using the surrounding rocks as cover to silently blend into the night.

The South Korean sentry seemed to sense something; he turned around abruptly, his rifle pointing rapidly behind him.

But all he saw were dark rocks and plants swaying in the wind.

"West 8...is that the wind?"

He muttered something, and was about to turn his head back to continue monitoring.

A rough, large hand suddenly emerged from behind the rock and tightly covered his mouth and nose.

Even that gasp was swallowed back down his throat.

Immediately afterwards, a cold glint flashed through the night.

Zhang Li's dagger pierced precisely two centimeters above the hairline at the back of the other person's head.

That's the location of the medulla oblongata.

The blade pierced through, instantly severing the central nervous system.

The sentry's body stiffened abruptly, then he collapsed into Leng Feng's arms.

There wasn't even a sliver of room to struggle.

Killing someone is sometimes easier than killing a chicken...

Zhang Li put away his dagger, while Leng Feng peeled a dark tactical goggle off the corpse's face.

"nice one......"

Leng Feng fiddled with the goggles for a moment, then put them on his face and adjusted the focus. The originally pitch-black vision instantly turned into a greenish blur, and the distant biological heat source was clearly visible.

"Military infrared thermal imaging night vision device..."

Leng Feng then put on his glasses himself.

"This means that the difficulty of our infiltration is increasing exponentially," Zhang Li calmly analyzed.

"Ordinary bunkers are useless against thermal imaging. Anyone with body heat is a sitting duck."

"Most importantly! His optical adaptive camouflage has completely failed!"

"Then how do we fight?" Leng Feng asked.

"A direct confrontation."

Zhang Li removed the Desert Eagle's magazine, inspected it, and then pushed it back into the chamber.

"But before that, we have to sneak in first."

After Zhang Li let Leng Feng absorb the South Korean player's spatial energy, his figure disappeared into the darkness again, heading towards the "One Line Sky" canyon that seemed to devour everything.

The further you go in, the more eerie the surroundings become.

The rocks here are no longer the grayish-white color they were before, but have taken on a charred black hue, as if they have been burned countless times by fire.

The air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur, mixed with an indescribable musty odor.

This smell is like opening a tomb that has been sealed for thousands of years.

What made Zhang Li even more uneasy was that the place was too clean.

This cleanliness refers not to hygiene, but to the environment.

There were no insects on the ground, no moss in the crevices of the rocks, and not even a clump of animal droppings.

For a prehistoric world brimming with primal wildness, this very "cleanliness" is the greatest terror.

This means that there is something here that all living things instinctively avoid.

Only an absolute hegemon deserves to possess such a desolate territory.

Ahead, the canyon comes to an end.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

That wasn't the exit, but rather the dome of a huge underground cavern.

Countless enormous stalactites hang down like swords of Damocles overhead.

Below the dome is a spacious platform.

Several beams of flashlight swung erratically on the platform, piercing the original darkness.

"arrive……"

.......

"Clatter..."

A piece of gravel was kicked off.

The sound echoed in the empty underground cavern, and after a long time, a very faint echo was heard.

That means there's no bottom to it.

Pierre Carson stood on the edge of the cliff, the beam of his powerful flashlight shining straight down.

The light seemed to be swallowed by some kind of viscous dark substance, unable to reach the bottom at all; one could only vaguely see the hideous claw marks on the surrounding rock walls.

The claw marks were enormous and chilling, each half a meter wide and deeply embedded in the rock. It was hard to imagine what kind of creature had left them.

"arrive……"

Tong Yiming knelt on the ground, his face covered in blood.

One of his eyes was so swollen he couldn't open it, but the other eye shone with an alarming light as he stared intently into the abyss.

"This is... the treasure trove you've been waiting for!"

His voice was hoarse, with a kind of neurotic excitement.

Pierre Carson suddenly turned around, grabbed Tong Yiming by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Fuck! Are you kidding me?"

Pierre Kasson's face was contorted with rage.

Now, having reached the end, there is no Dragon Kingdom camp, no supplies, only this godforsaken place.

"Where are the Chinese people? Where are the supplies?"

Pierre Carson roared, "Where have you led us?!"

The three elite team members around them also panicked.

Their intuition, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, told them that this place was extremely dangerous.

They stood back-to-back in a triangular formation, their tactical flashlights flashing wildly around them, the beams cutting through the darkness...

"I want to know too..."

Tong Yiming laughed, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

"I also want to know what lives in here. That's why I brought you here. I'd like to ask you... to go down and take a look for me."

"madman!"

Pierre Carson finally realized that he had been completely fooled.

This seemingly frail-looking Chinese man with glasses never intended to live.