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The earth dragon exerted its strength from the bottom of the cave, its head pointing upwards.

The rumbling sound lasted for more than ten seconds.

The rubble was smashed apart by this hundred-meter-long behemoth and slid down its sides.

A large hole with a diameter of more than fifty meters was blasted open on the ground.

Lin Feng rode on the neck of the earth dragon and was the first to burst out of the ground.

The sunlight shone down, making him squint.

Zhou Yuan and his three companions stood on a high slope three hundred meters away.

They heard the noise, but the scene before them still petrified all four of them.

A colossal dragon with dark purple scales emerged from the ground. It was ridiculously large, with pebbles hanging from its two curved horns.

A person sat on the dragon's back, carrying a long, crimson-gold spear.

Zhou Yuan almost dropped his battle sword.

"This...this..."

The teammate next to him tugged at his arm.

"Captain, that's Lieutenant Lin."

"I know it was him! I was asking what that thing he was riding was!"

"Looks like... a dragon?"

"When did you hear that someone was riding a dragon in the penalty area?"

The four people stood still, their legs bent but not kneeling, purely from the shock.

Lin Feng jumped off the earth dragon's neck and landed on the high slope.

"Pack up and take out all the points cards."

Zhou Yuan snapped out of his daze and hurriedly pulled out his points card, his hands still trembling.

"Lieutenant Lin, what happened down there?"

"Killed a few people and took their mounts."

Lin Feng sounded relaxed.

Zhou Yuan's lips moved slightly, but he chose not to ask any further questions.

He suspected that asking too many questions might cause heart problems.

Lin Feng took the scoreboards from the five people and operated them together.

All the points earned from killing alien beasts while AFK, the points earned from salamanders, and the high-level alien beasts cleared out in the underground caves have been compiled and uploaded.

The numbers started jumping.

at the same time.

Outside the restricted area, at the organizing committee square.

On the giant light screen, the signal from the Northern region, which had been interrupted for a long time, suddenly resumed.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

In the scene, a colossal, dark purple dragon, obscuring the sky, coils on the ground, with the human figure on its back appearing as a tiny black dot.

"What is that?"

"A strange beast? Rank A?"

An expert stared at the aura of blood and qi on the dragon's body in the picture, and his expression changed.

"Not Grade A. That level of physique and blood energy density is at least at the Martial Saint level..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The leaderboard has changed.

Northern Military Region Team: 156800→389200.

A single jump costs over 200,000.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

And the points are still increasing.

389200→612000.

612000→987400.

987400→1560000.

"Holy shit."

Someone shouted out.

The numbers on the leaderboard kept jumping up, and the frequency of the jumps was getting faster and faster; the system could hardly keep up with them.

1560000→1980000→2400000.

Two million four hundred thousand.

Stopped.

The entire square fell silent for three seconds.

Then it exploded.

"Two million four hundred thousand?!"

"Is this a points system or a phone number?"

"What was the highest record in the national competition, which has been held for so many years?"

Someone nearby flipped through some documents, and their voice cracked.

"Two hundred and thirty thousand."

"..."

"Ten times? More than ten times?"

The audience was in complete chaos.

Some people stood up, while others frantically tapped the leaderboard with their communicators.

In the VIP section.

Duan Hongyuan held a teacup, the rim of which obscured half of his face.

He stared at the number on the screen and tapped his finger twice on the side of the cup.

He didn't make a sound.

But several high-ranking military officers sitting next to him saw the curve of his lips.

On the other side.

Song Zhenkun slumped in the general's chair.

His face was no longer any color.

It is gray with a hint of blue, and blue with a hint of white.

Two million four hundred thousand.

His East China Sea Military Region earned 2 billion yuan from land reclamation last year, which wouldn't even reach that amount when converted into points.

Lin Feng stayed in the restricted area alone for less than a day.

"Impossible..." Song Zhenkun managed to squeeze out a few words, his lips trembling. "How could this be done by one person?"

The adjutant next to him wanted to say something to comfort him, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't say anything.

Beijing.

Bai family ancestral home.

Bai Yong had just returned from the organizing committee square ten minutes ago, and his steps were still steady when he entered the family ancestral hall.

On the altar in the center of the ancestral hall are the memorial tablets of the Bai family's ancestors. The front row contains the jade tablets representing the lifespan of the living elders.

Bai Yong saw the jade tablets belonging to Bai He and Bai Xiao.

The luster on the two jade pendants has shattered.

The cracks on the two jade pendants spread from the center to the edges, and fragments fell to the ground.

The white crane is dead.

White Owl is also dead.

The Bai family's trump card, which had been in seclusion for many years, consisted of two elders, both fourth-level martial saints.

Gone.

Bai Yong stood in front of the altar, frozen for ten seconds.

The butler stood at the door, his legs trembling.

"master."

Bai Yong opened his mouth.

A mouthful of black blood surged up from his throat and sprayed three feet away.

The blood fell onto the white cloth of the altar, its red color glaringly bright.

Bai Yong fell backward, knocking over the armchair behind him. The steward and two guards rushed over to help him up.

"Call a doctor! Quickly, call a doctor!"

Bai Yong's eyes rolled upwards, and he was muttering incoherently.

The butler leaned closer to listen.

"It's over... the Bai family... it's over."

The butler's hands trembled even more violently.

Inside the restricted area.

Lin Feng looked at the screen and saw his team's score frozen at 2.4 million before turning his gaze away.

He turned his head to look into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Northwest direction.

That area that is perpetually shrouded in crimson blood mist.

The areas marked as "absolutely forbidden zones" on the map of the 100,000 mountains across the country.

Even the Martial Saint dared not linger in the core.

Lin Feng used his mental power to push in that direction, and when it reached six or seven kilometers, he encountered something.

It's not a mythical beast.

It's a feeling of pressure from the thick, cloying pressure of qi and blood.

That oppressive feeling contained more than one life signal.

Many.

So densely packed that even his mental power couldn't count them all.

Zhou Yuan leaned closer and saw Lin Feng staring in that direction, a chill running down his spine.

"Lieutenant Lin, really?"

"Can't do what?"

"That's the core area. That retired general once said that even a Martial Saint..."

"I've heard of it."

Lin Feng patted the neck of the earth dragon beside him. The Netherworld Earth Dragon lowered its head and let out a muffled snort.

"The four of you stay here."

Zhou Yuan panicked.

"Lieutenant Lin!"

"I'll leave the points card here. Don't wander off. I'll be back soon."

Lin Feng tossed the points card to Zhou Yuan and then climbed onto the dragon's neck.

Zhou Yuan caught the sign, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Lieutenant Lin, if you go in alone, what if..."

Lin Feng turned around and glanced at him.

"What if what?"

He patted the dragon's horns.

The earth dragon raised its head, its four claws dug into the ground, and its entire body rose up from the ground.

The dragon's body, over a hundred meters long, plunged into the crimson blood mist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yuan stood there, holding the points card, the wind making his hair a mess.

A teammate came over from the side.

"Captain, he really went in?"

Zhou Yuan tucked the points card into his pocket, squatted down, and held his head in his hands.

"Don't ask anymore."

"I only want to know one thing right now."

"What?"

"If I follow this guy, will I survive until I'm discharged from the army?"

No one responded to that.

The four people squatted on the spot, staring wide-eyed at the crimson blood mist.

From the depths of the blood mist, a faint dragon roar could be heard.

Then comes the second tone.

Third tone.

The ground began to shake.