Chapter 92

Watching the giant ape grab the massive iron hammer and slam it toward him again, Ding Huan really wanted to stay and finish off this giant ape.

This place was wide open; with the help of Wind Blade Art and Wind-Riding Art, he might well be able to take down this Level-9 fierce beast.

Only Ding Huan was very clear that he could not do that.

Killing the giant ape was not something that could be done in a short while, and the endless fierce beasts here would not give him a chance to escape.

Moreover, there was still a demon beast hiding somewhere around here that might surpass a Level-9 fierce beast.

Ding Huan blasted out more than ten wind blades again, then kicked the log he had cut off; as the log flew toward the sea, Ding Huan also flew toward the sea.

"Boom!" Almost the instant Ding Huan left the shore, that massive iron hammer slammed into the spot where he had been standing.

But this giant ape hated Ding Huan to the bone; in an instant it actually grabbed the iron hammer and hurled it out.

This fierce beast clearly had rich combat experience; it did not smash the iron hammer directly at Ding Huan, but slammed it into the path ahead of him.

No matter how strong Ding Huan's Sky-Riding Art was, his true yuan could not support such extreme expenditure.

Seeing he was about to crash into the iron hammer himself, Ding Huan could only forcefully twist his body and dive back toward the shore.

Even though Ding Huan reacted in time, his waist was still grazed by the iron hammer; he was just a hair's breadth from being slammed into the sea.

That damn ape—Ding Huan was furious.

It wouldn't even let him leave?

The Starry Sky Blade was slashed out by Ding Huan, followed by over a hundred wind blades locking down the giant ape's space.

Since he couldn't get away, then he'd go all out; Ding Huan, along with his Starry Sky Blade, lunged at the giant ape.

"Roar roar roar!" Seeing Ding Huan being so arrogant, how could the giant ape stand it? Amid wild roars, it also lunged at Ding Huan.

Almost the instant the giant ape and Ding Huan made contact, Ding Huan's body flashed, slipping past the giant ape's side; at the same moment, a fireball was tossed by Ding Huan into the giant ape's gaping maw.

Ding Huan retracted the Starry Sky Blade at just the right moment, then changed the Starry Sky Blade's direction and stabbed down into the giant ape's back again.

The giant ape had originally thrown one fist at the back of Ding Huan's Starry Sky Blade while its other claw swiped at Ding Huan's throat; but Ding Huan withdrew the Starry Sky Blade in time, so the giant ape's punch hit nothing, and its grab also caught nothing.

Those over a hundred wind blades, to the giant ape, were damage that could be ignored.

Boom! The fireball exploded at the giant ape's throat, blasting a

From the giant ape slamming out its iron hammer to block Ding Huan from escaping, to Ding Huan flying back to attack the giant ape, to the giant ape counterattacking Ding Huan with its Star Sky Blade clawing at Ding Huan's neck, and then Ding Huan sidestepping to dodge and hurling a fireball into the giant ape's mouth before recalling the Star Sky Blade—all of this happened in the span of a single breath.

The giant ape let out a shrill, anguished howl of pain.

Ding Huan's Star Sky Blade stabbed into the giant ape's body from behind just in time.

At this moment Ding Huan would absolutely not hold back; the Star Sky Blade in his hand sliced downward.

The giant ape's wretched howl made one's teeth ache just hearing it.

Faced with such a terrifying wound, the giant ape no longer dared linger even half a breath; trailing a spray of blood, it fled wildly.

Only then did the remaining fierce beasts swarm at Ding Huan all at once.

Ding Huan charged toward the sea surface once more, his body gliding across it like skiing for a stretch, and then landed neatly in the middle of the logs.

Then true essence surged beneath Ding Huan's feet, and the logs, like a little boat, carried him off in an instant.

He knew that giant ape wouldn't die; as long as the giant ape came back and tangled with him for a moment, he'd be done for. Better to leave first and talk later.

Watching Ding Huan escape yet again, the remaining fierce beasts howled madly on the shore.

……

The three people hiding far away inside the steel fortress fell silent upon hearing the giant ape's howl.

Wei Datai didn't even bother to keep watching through the binoculars.

"He should be done for." Only after a long pause did Wei Datai sigh.

They had seen that giant ape before—it was absolutely a colossus of a creature.

They'd heard this global beast tide was stirred up by a dragon beast, but in their eyes that giant ape's strength was in no way inferior to that dragon beast.

If Ding Huan had been pinned against the wall of the Human Corridor defense line by that giant ape, it would have been certain death with no chance of survival.

"Sigh…" Han Qi let out a breath.

In truth, she still admired Ding Huan quite a lot—he had taught several formidable disciples.

Originally she had planned to wait for this next vacation period to pay a visit to Teacher Ding Huan. She never expected to run into him here, and this turned out to be their last meeting.

……

Ding Huan had no intention of going too far from the shore; this was the Atlantic Ocean, and if he strayed too far, with his current strength it would be very hard to make it to land alive.

But the instant Ding Huan thought this, a sharp blade shot up from beneath the sea, heading straight for his throat.

True-essence arrow gleam?

Ding Huan's heart lurched in terror; he hastily leapt into the air, and that streak of arrow gleam shot past, nearly grazing the soles of his feet.

How strong—the fierce beast capable of firing such an arrow gleam must be at least Tier 4 or Tier 5.

Ding Huan began to feel uneasy. If there were underwater fierce beasts in the sea capable of attacking him with arrow gleams, he was in for a very hard time.

Before Ding Huan had even landed, another dozen-plus streaks of arrow gleam shot toward him.

Then over a hundred fish with backs bristling like protruding blades burst out of the water and dove at Ding Huan in unison.

Ding Huan's scalp prickled; his hands frantically flung out sheet after sheet of wind blades. He was certain this was the fastest he had ever unleashed wind blades.

It was only because he had divine sense—without divine sense, in a place like this he wouldn't even have the ability to strike back.

Pfft pfft pfft!

Streaks of blood sprayed through the air, splattering across the sea surface.

At the same moment, Ding Huan felt a stab of pain in his body; he was certain at least six streaks of arrow gleam had hit him, one of which had even pierced clean through his body.

His divine sense was still far too weak; he couldn't defend against so many arrow gleams, nor could he kill so many blade-back fish in one go.

This single time, Ding Huan had killed at least thirty or forty of those blade-back fish.

And because of Ding Huan's slaughter, this stretch of sea went utterly berserk.

Various fish gathered around.

When Ding Huan saw another hundred blade-fish launch from the sea, their endless arrow-like rays blasting toward him, he knew he would die if he didn't flee.

This wasn't land—if he were on land, he had countless ways out. Here, he had only a single log; if that log were destroyed, he'd have no footing at all.

These fish hadn't realized yet that if he lingered here, they'd eventually think to gnaw on the log.

The moment Ding Huan's feet landed on the log, his true energy surged wildly beneath his soles; the log split the sea like an arrow loosed from a bow and shot away.

Hundreds more arrow-rays shot forth; Ding Huan's Starry Blade kept slashing, yet still couldn't block them all.

"Puff! Puff!" Arrow-rays slammed into Ding Huan's body, spouting blood from his flesh like crimson arrows.

But Ding Huan couldn't stop, not even dare to divert his focus.

He had to concentrate every ounce of his energy on his feet—just enough to break through this swarm of blade-fish.

This swarm of blade-fish was simply too terrifying.

Even with his formidable recovery ability, as more and more arrow-rays pierced his body, he felt extreme weakness.

Had it not been for the large pack on his back blocking some of the rays, his injuries would have been far worse.

Fortunately, Ding Huan's strategy was correct; enduring the wounds, he finally broke free from the encirclement of these deadly fish.

Now Ding Huan was completely lost; even though he'd avoided vital areas, excessive blood loss left him dizzy and foggy-headed.

Ding Huan knew clearly: out here on the open sea, fainting meant death.

Since he'd lost his bearings anyway, he furiously propelled the log beneath his feet and charged forward.

Until he spotted a faint, distant islet—he didn't care whether it was dangerous; without hesitation, he steered the log toward it.

Almost the instant Ding Huan reached the islet's edge, he passed out.

His last thought was: it's over—he hadn't even reached the islet, but he simply couldn't hold on any longer.

Excessive blood loss, severe injuries, plus constant frantic activation of true energy—had he not fused with a wound-recovery gene, he'd already been devoured by fish.

But now it made no difference—it was merely a matter of sooner or later.

……

The first thing Ding Huan saw when he opened his eyes was a rock, washed countless times by seawater; faint light filtered in, giving him an extreme sense of stillness.

Had it not been for the sound of ocean waves crashing against the rocks, he'd have thought all his previous ordeal was a dream.

Not dead?

Ding Huan leapt to his feet.

His powerful recovery gene allowed him to heal rapidly.

"You're already better?" came a slightly hoarse female voice. Ding Huan saw a young woman clad in hemp robes.

Her hair was disheveled, her face covered by a gray cloth.

Her figure was excellent—slender but not frail.

Her eyes were bright, yet carried a faint melancholy. Her neck was covered in scars; though her clothes concealed the rest, Ding Huan could guess she'd endured great torment.

"You saved me?"

As soon as Ding Huan spoke, he realized something was wrong—he stared wide-eyed at the woman: "You're not from Earth?"

Instantly, Ding Huan was certain—he didn't need to ask; this woman was definitely not from Earth, because she'd just spoken Cangyu.

Cangyu script and Cangyu language were the universal languages of the cosmos, used everywhere except on planets like Earth, which had yet to join cosmic affairs.

All planets involved in cosmic activities used this language.

The woman also widened her eyes—she'd spoken Cangyu only out of subconscious habit.

She'd never imagined anyone on Earth could understand Cangyu.

"Are you also from another planet?" the woman's voice trembled, her eyes filled with longing and excitement.

Billions of people lived on Earth; even in the Age of Ferocious Beasts, the population had dwindled drastically, yet still numbered in the billions.

Living on a planet with so many people, she was lonely.

Because she was an outsider—a fugitive captured and subjected to torture.

Ding Huan calmed down and shook his head: "No, I'm from Earth. I once left Earth, so I understand Cangyu script."

Upon hearing Ding Huan was still from Earth, the woman's excitement dimmed somewhat.

"Thank you for saving me. If not for you, I'd surely have been killed by the fish," Ding Huan said with utmost seriousness.

The woman shook her head. "I found you unconscious near this islet and brought you back. In truth, we'll still die—only later. I didn't touch your pack. It's right there."

Following her gesture, Ding Huan indeed saw his pack.

"I'm Ding Huan. What's your name?" Ding Huan realized this woman didn't appear to be a gene cultivator, but she must have trained in ancient martial arts—otherwise, she couldn't have survived here.

"I'm Qi Qi Xinyue," the woman replied.

"No one's here. Why do you keep covering your face?" Ding Huan was puzzled—what was there to hide on this desolate islet?

Qi Qi Xinyue hesitated, then pulled back her veil.

Looking at the woman before him, Ding Huan felt a sharp tug deep in his chest.

What kind of face was this? Except for her still-bright eyes, her entire face was crisscrossed with scars. Red, twisted marks spread across her skin like writhing centipedes.

The exquisite proportions of her features made Ding Huan certain: before the mutilation, she had been a peerless beauty.

"Who did this to you? Why?" Ding Huan asked, though his heart was filled with rage.

It wasn't because Qi Qi Xinyue saved him that he instantly sided with her.

Ding Huan had witnessed countless killings, met countless people.

The moment he saw Qi Qi Xinyue, he knew she wasn't a cruel person—he felt not a trace of killing intent from her.

She must have hidden here just to survive; even so, upon encountering me—an unknown variable—she still chose to save me.

"I came to Earth seven years ago, then they captured me…"

Qi Xinyue had only said one sentence, and Ding Huan was already staring at her in astonishment, "So you're the one from the alien spaceship that fell to Earth seven years ago?"

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