Train Survival: One colored hexagon per level!

To others, the world before them is still the same world, with no significant changes.

But in Lu Xingyuan's eyes, there was a faint red mark floating in the air.

This red trail stretched along the northwest direction, exactly in the same direction the Rift Lord had fled.

Bloodline Tracker

[Category: Extraordinary Creations]

[Level: 6]

[Note: This tool can mark up to 10 targets. Marked targets will leave a red trail in the air visible only to the user as they move. The trail will disappear after several hours and will continuously refresh as the target moves. If a target enters a spatial rift or spatial distortion area, the trail will be interfered with or even point in the wrong direction. The trail only shows the path and cannot determine the target's status.]

What appeared in Lu Xingyuan's palm was a dark red crystal the size of a thumb, with a thin red light band as fine as a hair slowly flowing inside.

This item wasn't something he got from a treasure chest; rather, it was offered to him by a level 6 train conductor. Many train conductors don't leave good items in the trading channel but choose to actively promote them. Train conductors with strength like Lu Xingyuan and Zhen Tianlei naturally become the top targets.

The seller's luck was both good and bad; he managed to acquire two such high-quality items at once.

"...As a lone wolf, I don't need any of them, let alone two."

So he contacted Lu Xingyuan, hoping to exchange for a super-grade potion from him.

"...Anything that's a supernatural-grade potion will do!"

After reading the description of the item, Lu Xingyuan felt that it might come in handy, so he exchanged it for 5 vials of extraordinary potions from the other party.

This price is the result of negotiation.

Lu Xingyuan thought it was a good deal, and the other party also felt it was a worthwhile deal, so they agreed.

Nothing unpleasant happened during the entire transaction.

What Lu Xingyuan didn't expect was that this prop would come in handy so quickly.

Upon seeing the Rift Doll wielding the power of space, Lu Xingyuan activated the item without hesitation.

A mark was placed on each and every one of them.

He wasn't sure if the team would be forcibly separated under the influence of spatial forces, but it's always better to be prepared.

Once you get lost in this completely unfamiliar and complex environment, finding each other again is no easy task.

Lu Xingyuan activated this prop primarily to keep an eye on Zhao Nanzhi.

Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, it became the key to breaking the deadlock.

The Rift Lord is currently clinging to life, on its last breath. We must find its Achilles' heel and eliminate it as soon as possible, otherwise, it will be in serious trouble once it recovers.

As for the timing, to be honest, Lu Xingyuan wasn't too worried.

Even if he can't resolve the issue within half an hour, he has a solution: delay the departure.

But Lu Xingyuan would not do this unless he had no other choice.

Firstly, the operating costs of running a delayed bus are not cheap.

Secondly, the thought of having to stay at this platform for another 72 hours gave Lu Xingyuan a headache.

After all, the foggy season is about to end, and he needs to make the most of his secondary authority over natural disasters, taking advantage of every extra day he can.

There were many dangers along the way, with countless fissure dolls surging in like a tide.

If they really exist, Lu Xingyuan would be very happy, since they are all treasure chests.

Unfortunately, they are clones of the Rift Lord, and they simply dissipate on the spot after being killed.

"This is fucking unbelievable, there are way too many of them!"

Rambo fired while cursing.

He was trying to break through the encirclement in his Tristi, but the clones kept coming like a spring rain, forcing him to retreat.

"If this continues, we really won't have any time left."

Zhao Nanzhi didn't want to put pressure on Lu Xingyuan, but the facts were there.

Xia Nan couldn't help but sneer:

"I told you, retreating in time was the best option."

Lu Xingyuan insisted on showing off, but ended up causing trouble instead, which naturally excited him.

He looked at Lu Xingyuan, waiting for him to make that correct yet incredibly shameful choice.

However, Lu Xingyuan took a step forward.

The dark blue longsword, tightly gripped in his hand, suddenly fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, the thin stream in the shallow groove surged backward and then suddenly burst open from the depths of the groove.

Water vapor gushed out from every forging crack.

The world has changed.

The gloomy sky overhead turned bluish-gray, the wind died down, and the air became damp and heavy.

Lu Xingyuan raised his sword overhead, took a step, and as he landed, the ground cracked beneath his feet, and clear water seeped from the cracks.

Knife fall!

"The torrential rain destroyed everything!"

A very light, crisp sound, like a raindrop hitting a piece of metal.

Hundreds of thin, hair-like water lines intertwined to form a surging curtain of storm.

Wherever it passed, countless cracked dolls burst open with spiderweb-like cracks, and were then shredded into powder by the subsequent water lines!

As the rain swept across the ground, a fan-shaped wet trail stretched for a hundred meters, within which everything remained flat and clean.

The water film on the Sudden Rain Blade gradually receded, returning to its dark blue color, and the shallow trough began to flow again, slowly as if panting.

Xia Nan, standing next to her, was completely stunned, and the smile on her face vanished abruptly!

You should know that there were as many as two or three hundred Rift Dolls in front of Lu Xingyuan just now!

But the result?

Lu Xingyuan killed them all with a single stroke!

This is absolutely mind-blowing!

He keenly realized that such a terrifying outburst was entirely due to that dark blue treasure sword!

This is definitely not some ordinary, extraordinary creation!

The level must be incredibly high!

A greedy glint flashed in Xia Nan's eyes.

If this powerful and extraordinary creation were to belong to him...

"My God! How can there be so many train coins?!"

Just then, Wang Huihui suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

In the area that Lu Xingyuan had cleared out, hundreds of train coins, shimmering with silver light, were scattered about!

This scene was truly impactful!

"These all belong to our boss!"

Timo quickly stepped forward to explain.

But he did not elaborate on the reason.

Because this is a crucial secret concerning the boss, how could it be shown to just anyone?

However, although Timo didn't say it, they could guess a thing or two—monsters killed by Lu Xingyuan had a chance to drop train coins!

This made their scalps tingle!

It's important to understand that the operating mechanism of the train world is different from the games they are familiar with.

Most monsters do not offer any rewards for being killed; only certain special monsters do.

However, those special monsters are few in number and extremely rare.

But what about Lu Xingyuan?

The fact that train coins drop from monsters he kills, even ordinary ones, is truly terrifying!

Lu Xingyuan hadn't expected that simply killing the clone would trigger the Collector's effect.

This smells delicious.

Although it's only a little over 200 train coins, it's still not a small amount.

Lu Xingyuan kept them all, showing no intention of sharing them with anyone, since they weren't from a treasure chest.

Wang Huihui and the others had absolutely no objections.

As for Xia Nan, she stared at Lu Xingyuan with intense jealousy.

He seemed to have figured out the key to Lu Xingyuan's greatness.

"Killing monsters can drop train coins? That must be his talent!"

"No wonder he's so far ahead!"

"Damn it! Why can't I have such a powerful talent!"

He hates the injustice of this world!

I hate Lu Xingyuan's good fortune even more!

After overcoming the obstacles along the way, the red streak floating in the air became clearer. Lu Xingyuan looked up and immediately saw the six thick stone pillars surrounding the mountaintop.

Each of them was as thick as a person's waist, and the pillars were covered with intricate runes. However, four of them had already broken in the middle, with rubble scattered all over the ground. The remaining two were also leaning badly, barely supporting the shaky crossbeams.

Beneath one of the broken stone pillars, a figure was huddled, none other than Sister Nina.