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Next to the Zhenlongtai (Dragon-Suppressing Platform), there is a dragon-shaped pattern that extends from the upper left corner of the picture to the lower right corner, and then breaks in the middle.

The map is incomplete; only half of it exists.

Lin Feng put the remaining map into his storage ring and stood up.

Qin Lie had already gotten up from the ground. His four teammates were also alive, in worse condition than the three they had rescued from the cave, but not in any life-threatening danger.

Qin Lie dragged his half-crippled body to Lin Feng.

He looked Lin Feng up and down twice.

"What's your name?"

"Raymond Lam".

Qin Lie opened his mouth. "You're that... Lin Feng, who has over two million points on the leaderboard?"

"Um."

Qin Lie took a deep breath and spat out the blood and foam in his mouth.

"Fine. I give up."

Without a word, he pulled out a points card from his inner pocket. "Take any of our five points you like. You saved our lives."

Lin Feng accepted it. "Then I shall accept it without hesitation."

He turned to look deeper into the blood mist.

Even after the altar shattered, the concentration of the blood mist did not decrease.

It actually got heavier.

The flow of Qi and blood has changed.

Previously, it was slowly pumped deeper.

It's flowing backwards now.

Something is being pushed outwards from the core area.

The ground shook.

It shook again.

Continuous vibrations came up from the soles of my feet, becoming increasingly frequent.

Qin Lie's face turned pale.

"The altar is broken, and the outer barrier is broken too."

He grabbed Lin Feng's arm. "The beast tide is coming!"

Lin Feng shook off his hand.

The first roar of a beast echoed from the depths of the blood mist.

Then comes the second tone.

Third tone.

Fourth tone.

They merged into one.

The earth dragon raised its head behind Lin Feng and responded with a deep dragon roar.

Qin Lie's legs were trembling. "We have to retreat."

Lin Feng flipped himself onto the dragon's back.

He hoisted the crimson-gold spear onto his shoulder.

"The five of you head east and find the military once you're out of the Blood Mist Zone."

Qin Lie was stunned. "And you?"

Lin Feng patted the dragon's horns.

The earth dragon gripped the ground with its four claws, its body taut, and its head facing the direction from which the beast's roar came.

"Perfect."

"So I don't have to look for it."

The earth dragon shot out.

The dragon's body, over a hundred meters long, tore a straight line through the blood mist.

Qin Lie stood there, his mouth half-open.

One of his teammates, who had gotten up, came over.

"Captain, he went towards the core area?"

Qin Lie remained silent.

"team leader?"

"Let's go." Qin Lie turned around and pulled his team members eastward.

After taking two steps, he looked back at the direction where the earth dragon had disappeared.

The blood mist was churning.

Dragon roars and beast roars intertwined deep within.

Immediately afterwards, a loud explosion was heard.

Then comes the second tone.

The vibrations from the ground traveled from the soles of my feet to my knees, and from my knees to my teeth.

Qin Lie gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

When the third explosion rang out, the color of the blood mist changed from dark red to scarlet.

The blood mist was surging out of the core area faster than Lin Feng had anticipated.

Less than half a minute after he rode the earth dragon in, a dense roar of beasts came from the direction of the cliff behind him.

It wasn't just one or two, but dozens or even hundreds of them, all surging out at the same time.

Beast tide.

Once the altar shattered, all the controlled beasts went mad.

Lin Feng glanced back at it.

Qin Lie and his four companions were still below the cliff, moving slowly due to their severe injuries.

He took out a bottle of pills from his storage ring, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards the cliff.

The bottle landed at Qin Lie's feet.

"Recovery Pill, eat it and get out of here."

The sound was muffled by the blood mist, but Qin Lie heard it.

He bent down to pick up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured out a few pills, kept one for himself, and distributed the rest to his four teammates.

"Go! Head east! Don't look back!"

Qin Lie dragged the team members who could no longer walk up the slope on the side of the cliff.

A berserk wart lizard, over three meters tall, leaped out of the blood mist behind them and lunged to bite their backs.

The ground shook.

The Netherworld Dragon's tail lashed down from above, slamming the warty lizard into the ground.

Minced meat splattered all over Qin Lie's back.

He didn't look back, gritted his teeth, and continued running while dragging the person along.

Lin Feng patted the dragon's horns, and the earth dragon turned around and rushed back into the depths of the core area.

The Ten Thousand Mountains, southeast direction.

Five members of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region team are traversing a dead forest belt.

The scoreboard in Captain Zhao Suye's hand suddenly vibrated.

He looked down and saw a line of red warning text appear on the sign.

[The core area is experiencing an abnormal expansion; the beast tide level has exceeded the safety threshold. All teams, please be aware and immediately relocate to the outer perimeter.]

Zhao Suye cursed.

"A beast tide? Where did this beast tide come from?"

The deputy next to him pointed to the northwest.

The sky over there looks strange.

The originally dark red blood mist was expanding rapidly, like a red wall, and was pushing towards them at a visible speed.

"run!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Suye turned around and led the team to retreat in the southeast direction.

He ran more than twenty steps, but the road ahead was blocked by a group of people from the capital.

Six members of the Yang family from the capital were also on the run.

The two teams bumped into each other on a forest path.

The leader of the Yang family was a young man in his early thirties. When he saw the people from southern Xinjiang blocking the way, he pushed them aside.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhao Suye was pushed and stumbled.

Whom are you going to push?

The young man from the Yang family ignored him and led his men through the middle of the Southern Xinjiang team, knocking one of Zhao Suye's team members to the ground.

Zhao Suye grabbed the man's collar.

The young man from the Yang family slapped Zhao Suye's forearm with his backhand.

The sound of bones cracking.

Zhao Suye let out a muffled groan.

The young man from the Yang family coldly shook him off and ran away without looking back.

Zhao Suye clutched her broken forearm and gritted her teeth.

There was no time to argue; the blood mist had already been pushed two hundred meters away.

He pulled up the fallen teammate and, enduring the pain, continued running.

Further away, only two men remained of the East Naval District's remaining forces.

The news of Song Jiao's death in the restricted area had not yet reached them. These two knew nothing but that their captain was missing, the scoreboard was alarming, and there were animal roars all around them.

The two desperately retreated to the outer perimeter, closely followed by four B-rank berserk sand hyenas.

One of them took out a distress talisman and crushed it.

The talisman shattered, flashed with light, but there was no teleportation response.

"The signal is being jammed! We can't move!"

"Make one more!"

"That's it! Just this one!"

The two looked at each other, their faces filled with despair.

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