Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 315 Treasure Hunt 5

"None of you can leave!"

When the short giant saw that his attack didn't work, a blush instantly appeared on his face covered with age spots.

His heart was filled with anger and resentment, and he would never let these people escape like this. So, he gritted his teeth and was about to fly into the air, ready to use his mind to sense their location and then go after them.

However, just moments after he took off into the air, his body suddenly went limp and he fell straight down from the sky.

The moment he landed, he felt his chest churning and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He sighed helplessly, looking at his shaking hands, and his heart was filled with emotion: "I am old and useless."

After a while, a third-level giant led a group of giants and hurriedly caught up. Seeing the short giant lying on the ground, he hurried forward in panic to help the old man up. "High Priest, how are you?" The third-level giant's face was full of worry, and his eyes were full of concern.

The short giant said weakly: "I'm not seriously injured. Go after them quickly. Don't let any of them go. They must all die. We must get the Holy Shield back." The short giant's tone was firm, with anger burning in his eyes.

The third-level giant's eyes shone, and a strong sense of mission surged in his heart. He quickly turned around and ordered: "You two escort the high priest back, and the others follow me."

"Wang."

A yellow-haired monster suddenly appeared. It sniffed the surrounding air, identified a direction, and then ran towards it.

"Follow me." The third-level giant called out, and the other giants immediately followed closely behind him, rushing towards the target like a sharp arrow.

Meng Dian, the biggest one, woke up first. As soon as he opened his eyes, he glared at Xiao Long fiercely, his eyes full of anger and reproach. Then, he slowly raised his strong arms and gently shook the woman in pink clothes and skirt next to him.

Murong Xiaoxiao woke up, her eyes full of confusion. She slowly looked around, the pain in her brain was like a shadow following her, tormenting her all the time. She rubbed her head gently, and before she fully opened her eyes, she asked weakly, "How are the others?"

"San San was hit directly by the attack and is dead. After the four-eyed guy opened the teleportation array, most of the mental attacks that rushed in were diverted by him, which can be considered a good thing. It's just that Xiao Liu's condition is not good and he hasn't woken up yet." Meng Dian's voice was low and solemn.

Hearing this, Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. She knew without even looking that Xiaolong was dead. She was only slightly touched by the aftermath, but her brain was torn apart in such agony. Xiaolong was only at the second level, but he had endured most of the attack. How could he still be alive?

But she was still unwilling to give up. With a glimmer of hope, she looked at Siyan, who usually had a wooden face and never smiled. Xiaolong's miserable state of bleeding from all seven orifices instantly came into her sight. As she expected, he was already dead. Sansan was not much better than him. Before she died, her terrified expression was still frozen on her face.

The death of three teammates in one day was a heavy blow, much stronger than the mental shock, and it made Murong Xiaoxiao's heart feel like it was hit hard by a heavy hammer. Her eyes instantly turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Meng Dian stretched out his hand and threw Xiaolong and Sansan's storage bags to her, then carried Xiaoliu on his back. "Let's go quickly, maybe the four-level giant will catch up with us soon." Meng Dian's tone was full of anxiety and worry.

Murong Xiaoxiao then suppressed her grief, wiped away her tears, and followed closely.

Their figures seem particularly small and lonely in this strange environment. The road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers, but they have no choice but to move forward bravely.

This dense forest of tall trees, with lush thorns and weeds, should have been an excellent hiding place for fugitives, but it now became a huge obstacle for Aliang. He wished there was a vast plain in front of him so that he could run faster.

Aliang ran as fast as he could in this deep and quiet forest. The tall and straight trees stood majestically like silent guards, with lush branches and leaves overlapping each other like a huge green canopy. The sunlight struggled to shine through the narrow gaps between the branches and leaves, weaving bizarre light and shadows on the ground like golden silk threads.

On the ground, weeds grew wildly, some even reaching up to Aliang's knees. He ran past them at high speed, and the weeds fell down one after another, making a rustling sound, as if they were expressing their dissatisfaction after being disturbed. The ancient vines were like giant pythons, tightly wrapped around the tree trunks and then hanging down, as if they were whispering about the vicissitudes of life that this forest had experienced.

From time to time, some unnamed small animals were startled by Aliang's hurried footsteps and fled in all directions, their small figures flashing in the grass. Birds also flapped their wings and flew away from the branches in panic, making waves of panicked calls, and the sound echoed in the mountains and forests, adding a bit of tension and oppression to the atmosphere.

The air in the forest was filled with a damp smell mixed with the fragrance of earth, but Aliang had no time to feel it all. There was only one extremely strong thought in his mind - to get rid of the danger that was following him like a ghost as soon as possible.

Flying in the air? He would never dare to do that. Not to mention that there was a third-level flying monster flying in the sky from time to time, the team of giants chasing him closely was enough to daunt him. Once he took off, he would probably be caught up by them in an instant.

When Aliang was running for his life, a flying axe suddenly whizzed past and brushed past his cheek, leaving a blood mark on his face in an instant.

The flying axe hovered after flying past, and then quickly spun towards Aliang.

A Liang felt an endless bitterness in his heart. He had not expected that it was the third-level giant who attacked him, and that the attack was so fierce right from the start. He had no choice but to do his best and raise his long sword to block it.

However, he still underestimated the giant's power. The flying axe carried a huge force, and when it fell, Aliang felt an irresistible force coming at him. Under this force, he was completely unable to resist and was instantly split in half.

Aliang, dead.

"Aren't you going after Aliang?" At this moment, even Lao Zhang's shiny scalp was trembling slightly. His heart was full of bitterness, and the bitterness was even stronger than that of Aliang.

However, the giants around him were not polite to him. They were tall and mighty, like unshakable mountains.

The giants walked with heavy steps and surrounded Lao Zhang one after another. Their eyes revealed ferocity and determination, as if Lao Zhang was the prey they had to capture.

Lao Zhang looked at the giant approaching, his heart beating rapidly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He held the weapon tightly in his hand, ready to face the upcoming life-and-death battle.

The three giants slowly surrounded him like three moving hills. They exuded a chilling sense of oppression, and every step they took made the ground tremble slightly. Lao Zhang's heart instantly rose to his throat. He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, and his eyes revealed determination and madness.

When the giants approached a certain distance, Lao Zhang suddenly jumped up and rushed towards one of the giants like a trapped beast. The weapon in his hand swung out cold light with an indomitable momentum.

The giant obviously did not expect Lao Zhang to be so brave and was caught off guard. Lao Zhang seized the opportunity and struck hard, successfully killing the giant to the ground.

However, before Lao Zhang had time to catch his breath, another giant roared angrily and kicked Lao Zhang.

The kick was so powerful that Lao Zhang felt an irresistible force coming at him, and he was kicked out like a kite with a broken string. He hit a tree hard, and felt as if his internal organs were displaced, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Before Lao Zhang could struggle to get up, two flying spears shot at him like lightning. Lao Zhang's eyes widened in horror, but he had no time to dodge. The flying spears, with a sharp whistling sound, instantly nailed him to the tree. Lao Zhang struggled painfully, but could not break free from this fatal bondage.

Finally, a giant slowly approached, his eyes were cold and cruel. He raised the axe in his hand high, and then suddenly dropped it. Old Zhang felt his eyes go black, and his head was chopped off, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Old Zhang's life came to an abrupt end in this cruel battle.

Lao Zhang, dead.

Old Hu, whose body had been nailed firmly to the tree by a broken knife, just hung there quietly, as if he had become a dead existence in the wilderness.

However, for some unknown reason, perhaps a breeze, or perhaps some mysterious force touched his nerves, the originally motionless corpse suddenly fell down and hit the ground with a dull sound.

Then, a shocking scene happened. Lao Hu's body began to slowly wriggle, like a giant python awakening.

After a while, a wet old Hu struggled to get out of the old Hu skin. His face was full of fatigue and helplessness, and his eyes revealed a kind of sadness that had gone through vicissitudes of life.

"Alas, I have used up my last life. I can no longer fake my death." Lao Hu just sighed deeply, and that sigh was full of helplessness about fate and worry about the future.

He did not dare to delay for a moment and quickly threw out a talisman. The talisman burned in the air, emitting a dazzling light, instantly burning away all traces around it.

He didn't even dare to pick up the broken knife on the tree. He just eagerly identified a direction and then left quickly like lightning.

His figure gradually faded away in the wilderness, leaving behind only silence and mystery.