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About half a month has passed since that "heart-stopping" event. During this time, Aotian has been tirelessly heading towards the Wasteland.
The western part of Fengyun Nation is where the Wasteland is located, and the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone runs through the center of the Wasteland.
If Aotian wants to reach the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone, he must pass through the Wasteland.
"Once we climb over this mountain, we will be in the Wasteland," Aoyan's voice rang out, clear as a lark.
Aotian wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Sister Yan, there are many ferocious beasts in the Wasteland, so we need to be careful and try not to provoke those pack-hunting beasts."
"The ferocious beasts are at most equivalent to peak postnatal warriors; they pose no threat to us. The key concern is the Mystic Beasts!" When it came to Mystic Beasts, Aoyan's expression turned serious.
Aotian's expression slightly changed; he was clearly aware of the name Mystic Beast.
Mystic Beasts are divided into nine levels, from low to high. Level one is equivalent to innate realm warriors, level two corresponds to Three Spirits Realm warriors... As for level nine, that legendary existence can probably only be dealt with by those mythical warriors.
"Don't worry; there are mostly ferocious beasts in the Wasteland, and Mystic Beasts rarely appear there," Aoyan seemed to recall something and smiled lightly at Aotian.
Aotian took a deep breath and nodded. Then he grasped Aoyan's delicate wrist and strode forward.
Her fair wrist was as delicate as mutton fat, making Aotian reluctant to let go.
Aoyan was also startled by this sudden "attack." Her face flushed red, and after a moment of struggle due to her modesty, she calmed down. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the "red clouds" on her face had spread to her ears...
Since that moment of "life and death together" in front of Blood Butcher last time, both of them could clearly feel their feelings for each other rising sharply, no longer limited to mere sibling affection...
A vast and boundless grassland came into view for Aotian. Standing here, Aotian felt an overwhelming sense of grandeur that made one involuntarily marvel at the magnificence of nature.
"Fool, stop daydreaming, let's go!" a young girl beside him playfully chided.
Aotian was momentarily taken aback, gripping Aoyan's hand a bit tighter as if to remind her to be cautious, and then they stepped into the Wasteland...
The Wasteland stretched endlessly. Countless ferocious beasts roamed within, and Mystic Beasts were not uncommon either. However, for some unknown reason, there were no high-level Mystic Beasts in this vast Wasteland, and their numbers were extremely few; only in some remote areas could one occasionally catch a glimpse of a Mystic Beast.
Because of this, many warriors frequented the Wasteland to hunt ferocious beasts. After all, while these beasts were not as valuable as Mystic Beasts, their hides and bones could still fetch a good price in the market.
"Whoosh."
Two figures flashed by like lightning.
Suddenly, the Water Rhino that had been eyeing them menacingly collapsed to the ground as if it had lost all its strength, falling silent.
"We must be nearing the inner area of the Wasteland," a youthful voice with a faint magnetic quality remarked.
"That's right. It won't be long before we reach the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone," replied a voice as clear as a lark's.
These two figures were Aotian and Aoyan.
"I don't know why, but the deeper we go into the center of the Wasteland, the thinner I feel the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi around us. No wonder there are so few Mystic Beasts here," Aoyan said with her brows furrowed.
"Oh?"
Aotian was slightly surprised; after all, he had not yet broken through to the Innate Realm, so his perception of the surrounding Heaven and Earth Profound Qi was far less keen than Aoyan's.
"Could it be related to the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone?" Aotian murmured as he lowered his head.
"Ah! Help!"
"Miss, hurry and run! I'll hold off that beast..."
At that moment, two urgent cries reached Aotian's ears, startling him out of his thoughts.
"What’s going on?" Aotian asked, looking at Aoyan with confusion.
"It might be that some martial artists are being chased by a ferocious beast. After all, some of the beasts here are quite powerful," Aoyan pondered for a moment before speaking.
Aotian nodded. Indeed, while there were many martial artists hunting beasts in the Wasteland, the shift between prey and hunter was not uncommon.
"Let's go take a look..."
In a dense thicket, two figures moved with the agility of monkeys.
Upon closer inspection, the one in front was a little girl around ten years old, her delicate features marred by panic as she frequently glanced back, as if a flood of beasts were chasing her.
Behind her was an elderly man. Although his frame appeared somewhat frail, he was filled with explosive power.
As he waved his hands, a sonic boom would often follow, sending chills down one's spine.
He was an Innate Realm martial artist!
However, at this moment, the old man showed none of the imposing presence typical of an Innate Realm warrior.
Behind them followed a Mystic Beast that resembled a fierce tiger. The Mystic Beast was entirely forged from what appeared to be fine iron, radiating a chilling aura.
The target of this Mystic Beast's pursuit was none other than the little girl and the old man!
"Ironclad Tiger!"
When Aotian and Aoyan saw the Mystic Beast, their expressions changed slightly.
An adult Ironclad Tiger is a First-Level Beast, equivalent to a martial artist at the Innate Realm. Moreover, the Ironclad Tiger possesses astonishing defensive capabilities, and ordinary martial artists at the Innate Realm would not dare to engage it lightly.
It was unclear how the little girl and the old man had provoked this Ironclad Tiger.
Suddenly, the Ironclad Tiger lunged forward like an arrow, shooting straight toward the old man.
"Thud!"
The Ironclad Tiger's massive paw struck the old man with a sound that tore through the air, sending him crashing down.
Instantly, the old man spat out a mouthful of blood and was thrown several feet away, skidding across the ground.
"Grandpa Tan!"
Seeing the old man injured, the little girl cried out in alarm. Ignoring the pursuing Ironclad Tiger behind her, she rushed toward the old man.
"Swish!"
A claw glimmering with deadly intent reached out toward the little girl, and it seemed she was about to fall into the clutches of the Ironclad Tiger.
At that moment, Aotian saw the deep urgency and despair reflected in the pure, innocent eyes of the little girl. That gaze made Aotian's heart tremble inexplicably.
"Sister Yan, I'm going to save them. You hold off Ironclad Tiger, and we'll meet up ahead!"
Without waiting for Aoyan to respond, Aotian shot towards the little girl like a cannonball.
With a swift motion, he scooped up the little girl in one arm and pushed off the ground with his toes, propelling himself backward.
Ironclad Tiger was momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events, but then let out an angry roar and charged at Aotian.
At that moment, a powerful Mystical Energy surged from a certain direction, quickly forming a barrier that blocked Ironclad Tiger's path.
No matter how Ironclad Tiger attacked, it only caused the Mystical Energy barrier to tremble but failed to break through.
Seeing this scene, Aotian finally felt a sense of relief wash over him. He then grabbed the old man and the little girl and stepped onto Dragon's Dance, swiftly disappearing from Ironclad Tiger's sight...
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