Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The scorching wind swept in like a heat wave, mixed with a damp breath, fiercely rushing towards the hiding place of the Sky Snake and Butterfly tribes. They lurked silently, and although their clothes were already soaked with sweat and mosquitoes kept biting them, no one made the slightest sound.

The heat filled the air, as if it was going to burn everything. Every breath was scalding, their throats were dry, and their heartbeats accelerated. However, they gritted their teeth and endured the torment of the heat, not daring to relax for a moment.

They knew that this rescue had to succeed and not fail, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Even though he was feeling unwell, he persisted and did not reveal his whereabouts.

As time went by, the heat became more unbearable, but their wills were as firm as steel. On both sides of the silent river, there was only the sound of dripping sweat and the occasional buzz of mosquitoes.

Suddenly, the chirping of birds broke the silence.

"Cuckoo cuckoo--" three long and two short beeps, this is the signal agreed upon by the forward.

In this vast wilderness, Lang Rui led the carefully selected people and had been lurking here quietly for a full seven days!

They stared with wide eyes, staring at the confluence of three rivers in front of them. In the distance, there came the sound of rafts breaking through water and voices of conversation, breaking the deathly silence around them.

The Blackthorn City did not take the land route, but passed through the Black Stone City. Perhaps they had already known that the Black Stone City had fallen into the hands of others, so they took the water route.

The river that turns from Jingjiang to the vicinity of the Tianshe tribe branches off from the Heihe River.

After crossing the steep river banks and walking down a distance, they will reach a relatively flat area. Eventually, they will go ashore and walk on land, cross the wilderness, and enter the Hurricane Plain. The destination of their transaction this time is not clear.

It doesn’t matter anymore. They are lying in ambush at the confluence of three rivers and will not let anyone leave.

Soon, everyone saw rafts made of huge logs floating down the river and appearing in front of everyone. There were about twenty rows of rafts, and on each row stood orc warriors wearing leather armor and holding bone knives on their waists. In the middle was a group of slaves who were tightly tied up with ropes, looking haggard and numb.

Most of the slaves were females. Perhaps in order to be sold at a good price, they were all washed, revealing at least their delicate facial features.

This group of people seemed to have known their fate long ago and had compromised, sitting quietly with dull eyes.

The ten rows of rafts carrying the butterfly tribe were easy to recognize. Their colorful wings were quite bright against a dark background. There were far more warriors on the rafts than on the other rafts.

This is exactly Lang Rui’s goal this time.

The warriors on the ship looked very lazy and lacked the strict discipline of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan.

They were scattered everywhere, sitting or lying down, and some even sat directly on the slaves, without any regard for the feelings of these poor people.

They were making loud noises and talking about meaningless topics with each other, and some of them seemed to regard bullying the female slaves on the ship as a form of entertainment.

He would touch these females from time to time, sometimes with verbal abuse, and sometimes with beatings and kicks. The bullied female slaves could only endure it in silence.

When the Butterfly members who had come to ambush saw their own people appear, they were so excited that they could not control themselves. Just as they were about to stand up and rush out, they were struck by an extremely cold, majestic and oppressive gaze like lightning, which pierced straight into their backs.

This gaze was like an extremely sharp sword, sweeping across all the Butterfly people present. They all felt a piercing chill rising from their spines and quickly spreading throughout their bodies.

The butterfly people, who were originally eager to rush out to rescue their own people, were now frozen in place as if they were cast under a spell.

Their bodies were completely out of control, and even breathing became difficult. That cold gaze seemed to have an invisible force that bound them tightly, making them unable to move.

For a moment, the whole scene became extremely quiet and eerie. Apart from a few occasional slight gasps, there was no other sound.

All the Butterfly Clan members lowered their heads and tightly closed their lips, not daring to breathe, for fear of attracting attention or angering the person who gave such a terrifying look.

"I will kill anyone who doesn't follow the plan."

Lang Rui spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something as ordinary as eating and drinking.

But those who heard it began to break out in cold sweats on their backs.

In the Orc Continent, the strong are respected. Even though there were two level six and two level five strong men among the Butterfly Clan's followers, they were horrified when they looked at Lang Rui. Their intuition told them that Lang Rui was not as simple as the level six warriors he appeared to be.

Even if the four of them were put together, they might not be a match for him.

Seeing the raft getting closer, Lang Rui gave orders to the ambushers, "According to the plan."

The butterfly people patiently stood up and began to mobilize their special abilities.

The water in the river made unusual splashing sounds.

Lan Ye closed his eyes tightly, as if he was sleeping. The next moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, as if two lightning bolts were streaking across the sky.

He looked around quickly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, and no detail escaped his sight.

Soon, he noticed something strange—faint energy fluctuations were heard from both sides of the river at the same time!

This discovery made him slightly curl the corners of his lips, revealing a hint of undisguised contempt.

It seemed that he was already accustomed to such situations, or perhaps the opponent's strength was not even up to his standards.

His strength gives him enough confidence and composure.

They are just a bunch of clowns, trying to change the outcome? It's wishful thinking.

"Dock, Lan Dian leads Team 10 to the right, and the others follow me to the left."

Soon the raft in the river split into two on the wide river surface and quickly moved towards the left and right banks.

The originally lifeless eyes of the slaves on the raft suddenly rippled, an indescribable emotional fluctuation - excitement and confusion intertwined. They stared at the front, as if they saw hope.

The wind blew gently, caressing their haggard faces. Many people were secretly looking for opportunities. Lan Ye couldn't care less about these, and Lang Rui and the others didn't care even more.

The messier the better.

"Now."

As the energy in the ambushed butterfly tribe continued to gather and compress, it finally reached the critical point! In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible force exploded on the river surface, and a huge shock wave spread in all directions.

The river water roared madly like an enraged beast, raising huge waves tens of meters high, sweeping towards both banks like a moving wall of water.

The waves hit the raft in the river, making a deafening noise and splashing water like a rainstorm.