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

Lu Feng looked at it and suddenly felt a warmth in his palm, as if the other party was also looking him over.

The dark green light flickered in his palm, as if in response, or perhaps in struggle.

Then it suddenly contracted, spreading upwards along his arm, trying to burrow into his body.

Lu Feng's hands clenched instinctively.

A blazing white light surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the dark green light and trapping it.

The ball of light pulsed violently in his palm a few times, then slowly quieted down, curled up into a ball, and stopped struggling.

Lu Feng looked at the calmed dark green light in his palm, then at the collapsing runes and ground around him.

He didn't know what he had pulled out, but at least he could now study it slowly.

Lu Feng held the ball of dark green light and stood still.

The stone slabs in the square were still cracking, and the light of the runes was beginning to fade from the edges.

He looked down at the quiet light in his palm, enveloped by a blazing white power.

The dark green light swirled slowly inside, and occasionally a tiny, tentacle-like thing would extend out, touch the edge of the blazing white light, and then retract, as if testing or confirming.

Lu Feng walked back in the direction he came from.

The boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the broken stone slabs.

After walking a certain distance, it transformed into a point of light and quickly disappeared.

……

On Blue Star, in the Dragon Kingdom's live broadcast room, the camera cut to the moment when the blazing white light disappeared at the end of the narrow alley.

The screen was suddenly filled with a barrage of comments, as if activated by some force, which densely covered the entire screen.

"What was that dark green light in his hand? Did anyone see it clearly?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"It looked like something pulled out from underground. Did you see him crouch down and reach out? He reached into the crack and pulled out a ball of light."

"So what is that? A monster? Treasure? Or something else?"

The comments section was incredibly fast. Some people tried to analyze the scene frame by frame, some took screenshots and magnified the dark green light, and others speculated about the source and purpose of the energy.

The topics of discussion in the live stream were varied.

Liu Zhiguo's brows remained furrowed.

He pushed up his glasses, didn't say much, but his gaze kept following the dark green light.

Mr. Li did not rush to express his opinion.

He stared at the direction where the light on the screen had disappeared, and remained silent for a while before speaking.

"What he found underground didn't seem to be from that planet."

Bingbing stood in front of the camera, her grip on the microphone tightening slightly. She glanced at Old Li.

Then he turned to the camera, his voice steady but with a hint of restrained curiosity.

"Old Li, what do you think is the connection between that ball of light... and the foehn wind?"

Old Li remained silent for a moment.

"When he reached out to grab it, he didn't hesitate. He squatted down, reached out, grabbed it, and pulled it out. The whole process was without any hesitation. He seemed to be... curious."

What does this mean?

"Fenfeng might recognize him, but he might not. Of course, it's also possible that I'm wrong."

……

Meanwhile, in another ruin on that planet, Fang Xing and Han Ya were walking among low, crumbling walls.

Fang Xing walked in front, surrounded by yellow energy.

Han Ya followed behind him, a chill emanating from her fingertips.

"The ground shook just now."

"I can feel it."

Fang Xing did not turn around.

"It sounds like it's coming from a very far place."

"Could it be him?"

Fang Xing paused for a moment.

"may be."

He didn't say much and continued walking forward.

They walked for a while longer when they heard intermittent sounds of fighting ahead.

It wasn't very intense; it sounded like a group of people fighting and retreating, their voices filled with panic and exhaustion.

Fang Xing stopped, listened for a few seconds, and then quickened his pace toward that direction.

Han Ya didn't ask why, and followed them.

Turning past a crumbling wall, the sight before them made them stop.

About a dozen Chosen Ones were crammed into a half-collapsed building, surrounded by dozens of those black energy beings.

Those chosen ones were clearly at their limit; their powers were dimming. Some were bandaging their injured companions, while others were leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

Fang Xing glanced at it, then looked at Han Ya.

"Go around it."

But at that moment, the outermost few black energy entities seemed to sense something and turned towards them at the same time.

They let out that sharp screech, and then pounced.

The speed was too fast; Fang woke up before he could get around it.

He dodged the first one to the side and slammed his supernatural fist into the black energy entity.

However, the black energy body only dimmed slightly, but did not dissipate. It simply retreated a few steps and then regrouped.

With a wave of her hands, Han Ya sent several ice spikes flying from her fingertips, precisely striking the core of the two energy bodies.

The two energy entities froze for a moment when they were hit, flickered a few times, and then began to dissipate.

"Their core is right in the middle, roughly where the chest cavity is!"

About five minutes later, the last black energy body dissipated.

Only a few wisps of black smoke remained on the ground.

The dozen or so Chosen Ones slumped to the ground, panting heavily, their eyes filled with gratitude and exhaustion at having survived a close call as they looked at Fang Xing and Han Ya.

Fang Xing glanced at the Chosen Ones who were panting, and then said to Han Ya.

"I'm gone."

"etc!"

A voice came from behind, and Fang Xing stopped and turned around.

A young chosen one stood up, leaning against the wall, his voice hoarse but urgent.

"You cannot go in that direction."

He pointed in the direction Fang Xing had been heading.

"There are many more of these over there, bigger than these, and that's how they chased us here."

Fang Xing looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

How many?

"I don't know, but it's at least twice as many as the previous one, and there's another kind inside that can talk and imitate other people's voices to call your name."

The young chosen one's face turned pale.

"My teammate heard someone calling him, turned around, and was then dragged inside..."

……

Lu Feng landed on top of a half-collapsed tower, his boots making a soft sound as they stepped on the broken bricks.

"What exactly are you?"

Lu Feng asked himself a question.

The ball of light only rotated slowly, as if it were turning over and continuing to sleep.

"system."

[What now?]

"What is this thing in my hand?"

[you guess]

"..."

"If I kill this thing, will it increase my role-playing score?"

[you guess]

"As expected, it's a stupid system..."

Lu Feng ignored the system.

He looked at the ball of light in front of him.

"Since we don't know... let's try adding it or not, there's nothing to lose anyway."