You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Fang Xing was bitten on the thigh, and Han Ya's shoulder was slashed. Their movements became slower and weaker, and blood gushed from their wounds, staining the grayish-white bone powder under their feet dark red.

The leader of the Bu Li people stood on the periphery, watching all this, and let out a low, sneer.

"The Nest Father didn't need to take action personally, since I even called upon him..."

"You guys were so imposing when you first arrived... but you can't even beat us ragtag soldiers."

The atmosphere in the live stream room had plummeted to freezing point.

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, but the content changed from the initial "keep going" to a uniform mix of anxiety and fear.

"Fang Xing is injured... his thigh is bleeding..."

"Han Ya's ice spikes are getting smaller and smaller; her superpower is almost used up."

"It's over, it's really over, they can't beat them."

"More than thirty! Only a dozen or so have come out and they're already like this. The rest haven't even been touched yet!"

"Where's that bandaged man? Wasn't he rushing this way? Why hasn't he arrived yet?!"

"The Ashes Forest is so vast, do you think it's teleportation?!"

"By the time you get there, everyone will be cold!"

At this critical juncture, live streams from other countries began to flood into China's live streams.

The content observed is often not well-intentioned.

"Is this all the chosen ones in the Dragon Kingdom are capable of?"

"Mid-stage sixth tier, early stage fifth tier, this configuration wouldn't even rank in the third tier in our country, damn it."

"Wasn't that bandaged guy supposed to be intimidating? Why isn't he coming out to fight?"

"Hahaha, he's the Great Lord of Annihilation, this little matter isn't worth his time."

"The Great Lord of Annihilation? What kind of chuunibyou name is that? Are all the chosen ones of the Dragon Kingdom like this? They're worse than my grandma's apple pie!"

"I looked at his information. There were three question marks for race, three question marks for realm, and no superpowers."

"Isn't he just an ordinary person? Did he really think he could fool you all with just a few bandages?"

"Is the Dragon Kingdom out of talent? How did they manage to draw such a chosen one? Hahaha! Our Neon Empire drew a late-stage Rank 6 powerhouse and two mid-stage Rank 7 powerhouses!"

Bingbing's face grew paler and paler as she watched the barrage of comments flooding the screen.

She has hosted countless major events and witnessed all kinds of media storms, but she has never faced a situation like this before.

The chosen ones of their own country are surrounded and killed by monsters in another world, while viewers from other countries mock and ridicule them.

She looked at Old Li.

Old Li's face was expressionless, but his hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Liu Zhiguo pushed up his glasses, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Lin Chen stared at the face of the leader of the Bu Li Ren on the screen, his teeth grinding together.

"Can you all just shut up?!"

He finally couldn't hold back any longer, abruptly turning to the camera, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Our chosen ones are risking their lives for our country! What right do you have to stand here and mock us?!"

But Lin Chen's anger did not stop the flood of comments.

People from other countries are laughing, mocking, analyzing when China's national fortune value will fall into negative territory, and discussing whether China will become the first country to be eliminated from the national fortune game.

Meanwhile, some of the audience members in China have begun to fall silent.

It's not that I have nothing to say.

I don't know what to say.

Fang Xing and Han Ya are still fighting, but they are about to give up.

Fang Xing's right fist gauntlet was completely shattered, revealing the bloody and mangled knuckles underneath.

His earthy yellow glow had almost completely dimmed, leaving only scattered specks of light flickering on his skin, like a lamp about to go out.

Han Ya could no longer conjure ice cones. Her fingers were trembling, and only a faint white chill emanated from her fingertips; she couldn't even form a thin layer of ice.

The leader of the Buli people looked at them and tilted his head.

"That's it?"

Its voice was filled with disappointment.

"I thought I could play a little longer."

It raised its paw and pointed in Fang Xing's direction.

"Break their legs and drag them back."

The three men simultaneously lunged at Fang Xing.

Fang Xing raised his right fist, which had lost its gauntlet, but his arm was trembling and he barely had the strength to clench it.

As he watched the three sharp claws drawing ever closer, the last thought that flashed through his mind was...

I'm sorry, Dragon Kingdom, I tried my best...

however……

Suddenly, a beam of blazing white light pierced through the heads of the three Bu Liren.

The blazing white beam of light came so fast that no one could see where it came from.

Just as the heads of the three stepping men were about to be pierced, their bodies remained in a pouncing posture.

The claws were still outstretched, and the fangs were still exposed, as if time had been paused for that one second.

Then they fell at the same time.

Three bodies crashed to the ground, scattering a cloud of grayish-white bone dust, and making three dull thuds, like heavy objects falling into water.

Dark red blood gushed from the holes in their heads, seeping into the bone powder and spreading slowly. Then, the three bodies seemed to be set ablaze, engulfed in blazing white flames, and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Fang Xing's pupils suddenly contracted.

His right fist was still raised, his bloodied knuckles hanging in mid-air, in a pose that was about to be thrown but never was.

Fang Xing slowly turned his head.

At the edge of the clearing, in the shadow of the gray trees, stood a person.

A blazing white light emanated from him, not the kind of dazzling, violent white, but a serene white, like a pure white that returns after burning to its extreme.

His black chest on the right side contrasted sharply with the white light.

The open space was deathly silent.

All the amber eyes of the Bu Li people were fixed on Lu Feng.

They crouched slightly, their claws digging into the bone dust in the ground, and a low, threatening growl came from their throats.

But no one dared to make a move.

It's not that they don't want to move, it's that they're instinctively locked up by something.

Lu Feng merely glanced at Fang Xing and Han Ya.

Lu Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at the people who had left.

He counted them.

There are about thirty in the open space, and including those inside the building, the total number should be between 35 and 45.

The leader stood at the very back, his amber eyes fixed on him, his pupils narrowed to slits.

He leaned back slightly, as if ready to flee at any moment, or as if he was hesitating whether to send his men up to test the waters first.

Lu Feng didn't give it time to hesitate.

He took a step.

A blinding white light spread outwards with each step he took, and his figure vanished instantly, transforming into a dazzling white beam that shot directly towards the center of the wolf pack.

The leader of the group, Bu Liren, narrowed his eyes.

"quick……"

The moment he uttered the first word, the white light was already in front of him.

Fang Xing and the others didn't even get a clear look; it was just a fleeting moment.

The center point that Lu Feng rushed towards.

From there onwards, the surrounding matter rapidly disappeared.

When Fang Xing and the others came to their senses, they saw that all of Bu Liren and the ground around him had been covered by white flames. In just a few seconds, the flames went out, and only one figure stood in the very center.

Lu Feng.

Or rather, the foehn wind