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

Just after Lu Feng made up his mind.

The game offers a teammate location sharing feature, allowing players to view their teammates' real-time locations at any time.

Huh? There's this feature too? That's pretty convenient.

A simple map popped up on the panel, with two green dots slowly moving in the southeast direction, about three kilometers away from him.

Lu Feng took one last look at the emerald green pillar, then turned and walked towards Fang Xing and the others.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Kingdom's live broadcast room on Blue Star, the camera switched to Lu Feng's screen.

The live stream was split into two screens.

On the left, Fang Xing and Han Ya are supporting the injured aboriginal as they head into the depths of the forest; on the right, Lu Feng is turning away from the emerald green pillar.

The two images are displayed in parallel, with such a stark contrast that it seems as if someone deliberately edited them together.

The moment Lu Feng turned around, the direction of the comments changed.

"He left??? He went in the opposite direction???"

"His teammates are fighting tooth and nail in front, while he's just strolling around in the park?"

"No, he heard the mission announcement, right? There are over thirty Bu Li people, plus their leader. Do you think Fang Xing and his two friends can handle them?"

"Is the person with the bandages afraid to go?"

"What do you mean the Great Lord of Annihilation doesn't dare to go? Hahahaha, that's hilarious!"

"I told you he was all show and no substance, all bark and no bite, but if a real fight broke out, he'd be the first to run."

"Can you please not be so quick to criticize? Maybe he has his own plans?"

"What plan? He's going in the opposite direction, getting further and further away from his teammates. Is that a plan?"

"I don't care if he's some kind of Extinction Lord or Burning Wind, he represents the Dragon Kingdom now. His teammates are fighting monsters while he's just wandering around; I can't accept this behavior."

"How could the Dragon Kingdom have drawn such a chosen one...?"

Bingbing stood in front of the camera, watching Lu Feng's receding figure on the big screen. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

She was neither a superhuman nor a tactical analyst; she had no idea what this chosen one named Burning Wind was doing.

All she knew was that the viewers in the live stream were starting to get angry.

She subconsciously looked at Old Li.

Old Li's expression remained unchanged.

His cloudy old eyes stared at the figure on the big screen, whose body was wrapped in bandages and whose right side was as black as ink. He stared for a long time, then shook his head slightly.

It wasn't a disappointed shake of the head.

It's a shake of the head in disagreement.

Don't jump to conclusions.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the live stream heard it.

The scrolling speed of the comments slowed down for a moment.

Old Li spoke slowly.

"Look in the direction he went."

The people in the live stream took a closer look at the map.

The green dot on the land was indeed moving, and the direction was... southeast.

Fang Xing and Han Ya's points of light were also in the southeast.

"He's not distancing himself from them."

"He's heading in their direction, but there's an angle between where he started and their route, so it looks like he's going in the opposite direction. In a few minutes, you'll see his route merge with theirs."

The comments section was silent for a moment, then surged again.

"Old Li is right! I looked closely, and he was indeed walking in the direction of his teammates!"

"Sorry, Bandage Guy, I scolded you too early."

"He didn't even say anything, how are we supposed to know where he's going?"

"He is the Great Lord of Annihilation, is he reporting to you?"

"Great Lord Annihilation, Great Lord Annihilation, can you please stop bringing this up?"

"If you have any complaints, go tell Guoyun Games. It's not like we're the ones who gave him the title."

Bingbing watched the comments section come alive again and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Old Li, who was still leaning slightly forward, his hands crossed on his knees, his eyes never leaving the screen.

……

Lu Feng walked for about 10 minutes in the Ash Bone Forest.

The map shows that the distance between him and Fang Xing is rapidly decreasing.

From three kilometers to two kilometers, and from two kilometers to one kilometer.

The tree trunks receded on either side of him, and the sound of his boots pounding on the bone meal was rapid and dense, like a series of dull drumbeats.

Lu Feng's pace quickened.

It wasn't that he wanted to be fast, but rather those two green dots on the map.

Fang Xing and Han Ya stopped.

It wasn't a brief pause during movement, but rather a complete stop in a certain position, where it remained motionless.

This isn't right.

If they are marching, the two people will not stop at the same time.

If they are resting, they will find a relatively safe place rather than stopping in a spot deep in the forest without any markings.

What happened to them?

Lu Feng closed the map and looked up ahead.

The tree trunks are still arranged in a dense row.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, illuminating the bone meal on the ground with a sinister, cold white hue.

He can hear sounds now.

It wasn't the sound of branches and leaves rubbing together in the forest, but something else entirely.

The sounds of battle.

A dull thud, the cracking sound of ice spikes shattering, and... a wolf's howl.

It was a kind of howl with a certain rhythm, like it was transmitting a message, one after another, coming from about four or five hundred meters ahead.

Lu Feng quickened his pace, going from a slow walk to a fast walk.

The distance is getting shorter.

……

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Kingdom livestream room on Blue Star, the split-screen view on the left made everyone's hearts clench.

Fang Xing and Han Ya have already engaged in combat with Bu Liren.

On the open ground, Fang Xing was already bruised and battered.

His left arm was slashed open, and blood dripped down his elbow onto the grayish-white bone powder, spreading out in dark red patterns.

His tan gauntlets were covered in cracks, and fragments would fall off with each punch.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently, but he did not take a step back.

His feet were firmly planted in place, blocking Han Ya's way.

Han Ya's situation wasn't much better.

Her right arm was trembling, the chill at her fingertips was fading, and the time it took to condense an ice spike was increasing from less than a second to nearly two seconds.

Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat, but she persisted, shooting ice spikes from her fingertips one after another, hitting the Bu Li people and shattering them into countless tiny ice crystals.

And their opponents...

Those who walked away... weren't even serious yet.

"this one?"

The one standing at the very front spoke.

He was a size larger than the other walkers.

His mouth split open, revealing a row of yellowed fangs, and his amber eyes were full of mockery.

"With this little strength, you dare to come and die?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, with a rough texture squeezed from the depths of his throat, like sandpaper being scraped.

The voices of those people who had left were originally incomprehensible to Fang Xing and the others, but when the voices reached their ears, they were transformed into a language they could understand.

Fang Xing did not answer.

His gauntlet slammed into the face of a Bu Li Ren again. This time, the Bu Li Ren merely tilted its head, then swung its claw, leaving three bloody gashes on Fang Xing's chest.

Fang Xing took two steps back and almost fell.

"Fang Xing!"

Han Ya's voice was sharp and urgent.

"fine."

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and steadied himself again.

The leader of the group tilted his head, a hint of amusement appearing in his amber eyes.

"Where are you from?"

"From the Immortal Ship? Doesn't seem like it; the people from the Immortal Ship wouldn't be this weak."

It took a step forward.

Fang Xing subconsciously took a step back.

"But no matter where you're from..."

The leader of the Bu Li people spoke slowly, as if he were teasing two mice that had been cornered.

"None of you are leaving today."

It raised a paw, pointed at Fang Xing, and then at Han Ya.

"Take them down, but don't kill them. Live slaves are worth more than dead ones."

The surrounding Bu Li people let out a low growl, like a canine threatening growl, and then pounced at the same time.

Fang Xing and Han Ya stood back to back, fighting with all their might to defend themselves.

Fang Xing's gauntlet shattered the teeth of one of the Bu Li Ren, and Han Ya's ice spike pierced the eye of another Bu Li Ren, but more Bu Li Ren surged forward, one after another, like a tide.

It seems... endless...