Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 721 Encounter on the Road
A dark green viscous liquid seeped in from the edge of the gap, and some strange gurgling sounds came from it.

Chen Chuan's eyes sparkled with brilliance, and he immediately released a surge of spiritual power.

This method is effective. When the mental power touches it, the mucus immediately dissipates like melting snow, but at the same time, his own mental power is also consumed.

Although this method is feasible, it would be difficult for him to continue practicing peacefully. It would be better to just erase the crack.

So he changed his mind, picked up the Xuejun Knife and slashed at the mucus that continued to seep in in an attempt to eliminate the cracks. After one slash, these things disappeared into nothingness.

He perked up a little.

It seems this method is useful.

After another change of mind, he raised the knife in his right hand, with the back of the knife falling on his left shoulder. After using it for a moment, he suddenly slashed forward. This knife went through the crack and directly slashed the thing opposite.
It seemed that an unpleasant sharp whistle was heard, and then the light on the opposite side suddenly became brighter for a moment, and the countless eyeballs shook, and suddenly disappeared.

He waited for a moment, and seeing no more unusual behavior, he picked up a piece of cloth, wiped the blade of Xuejun Knife with it, put it back on his knees, and continued to practice.

In the next few times, although similar things appeared occasionally, he already had experience and managed to drive them away with the Xuejun Sword.

The night passed like this, and when it was almost dawn, he saw that the signs of his second self becoming more virtual became deeper, and he faintly heard some strange sounds that seemed to come from a distant place. He also developed a serious sense of threat in his mind, and knew that he could not continue.

However, this crack has shown no signs of dissipating so far, and it has lasted for nearly twelve hours.

There is the influence of the Mother Field in the central city, so the cracks will be suppressed as soon as they appear, but there is no such thing here. Although it can be seen that the cracks are weakening over time, it is obvious that if he does not deal with it, they will continue to exist.

He immediately raised the Snow Lord Knife and slashed it, and the light in front of him disappeared instantly, and the sense of threat also disappeared instantly. At this moment, he felt that he had gained a lot this night.

This kind of practice depends on the length of time spent on training and the amount of essence absorbed, and this one practice is equivalent to three or four times a day. Although it is a bit more dangerous, the rewards are also great.

His original goal was to push his spiritual power to perfection before the end of December. If he could practice like this every day thereafter, then perhaps the time could be greatly advanced.

He sheathed the Xuejun Sword, stood up and returned to the top. Chao Ming was probably still curled up sleeping there because he had flown the whole day yesterday, but he woke up immediately when he heard any movement and gave a low chirp at him.

Chen Chuan took some water and food for it, then opened the tent and walked out. It was already dawn outside and the three bonfires had gone out, but a faint smoke was still emanating from them.

The morning in the Blending Land was wet. He saw a mist rising from the forest opposite and drifting towards here.

This seemed normal, but he could tell that the so-called fog was actually made up of tiny, indistinguishable insects.

His eyes flashed with brilliance, and as his gaze moved forward, the mist instantly dispersed and then all fell down. However, at this time, a rustling sound was heard, and the trees in the forest close to the insect mist suddenly trembled.

The bark actually slid down piece by piece, quickly absorbing the tiny insects, and then climbed back onto the tree again, becoming the same as before.

Chen Chuan watched for a moment, changed his mind, and suddenly looked at Chao Ming. Chao Ming immediately ran out of the tent and came to his side. He tried to check and soon found that the bottom of Chao Ming's wings were already occupied by tiny parasites as big as fluff.

The heads of these parasites have already drilled into Chao Ming's flesh and continue to go deeper. Even though Chao Ming has alienated tissue, he cannot stop this infiltration.

This kind of thing is actually inevitable in a place of integration. Only after adapting to this environment for a period of time will one gradually develop the ability to cope with and resist it.

He took out a pill from his pocket and fed it to Chaoming. After a while, Chaoming spread his wings, shook his body, and a layer of black ash immediately fell from under his wings. These were all parasites killed by the medicine.

Chen Chuan went out and fed each of the horses a few pills with different effects, then led them to the river to drink water.

However, when he reached the river bank, he looked down and saw a black asphalt-like creature wriggling under the riverbed. Its long and thin eyes were looking upwards, but he looked back very calmly.

The thing looked at him for a while, then closed its eyes again. Then its body slowly seeped into the riverbed like asphalt and disappeared from sight after a while.

After the horses finished drinking water, he packed up the tent and all the belongings, climbed on the horse again, flicked the reins, and drove the horse forward.

According to his current pace, if he didn't encounter any problems along the way, he estimated that he would reach the native camp before noon today.

After running for more than three hours, Chao Ming suddenly issued a warning in the sky.

At this moment, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from afar, and they were approaching here quickly.

Chen Chuan didn't know where the other party came from, so he stopped his horse by a stream. After a while, he saw several dragon-nosed horses appear on the other side of the stream. The people on the horses were all wearing black armor, wearing iron masks, holding spears, and they were all sturdy and strong. It was obvious that they were cavalrymen from the old imperial family.

The people on the other side didn't seem to expect to see Chen Chuan here. Although Chen Chuan was in casual clothes, they could tell from the horse he was riding that he was from the Dashun army, so they stopped immediately.

The two sides looked at each other from half a mile away.

However, the people on the opposite side only looked at Chen Chuan from afar and felt an indescribable pressure, so after just a moment, the leader shouted, turned his horse's head and ran back.

He did not just run away. Two cavalrymen holding spears covered his retreat. However, at this time, it seemed that some invisible impact passed through this area.

Several horsemen swayed on their horses and fell off.

The leading warrior was also shocked, but then he fell on the horse's back. It seemed that he had some mental protection, so he was not affected too much. But before he could run too far, there was a loud bang behind him, and a big hole suddenly appeared on his back, and the horse's head in front of him exploded as well.

Then they rolled forward in front of the headless horse corpse. The leading cavalry warrior was tough, knowing that he could not escape. As if afraid of leaking information, he immediately pulled out his dagger and stabbed it towards the upper part of the mouth. The dagger went straight into the brain, and he shook for a moment and then stopped moving.

Chen Chuan walked slowly over from the other side of the stream. Wherever he passed, many white foam-like things floated up on the water.

After the horse's hooves came ashore, a lot of insect corpses were turned up in the mud. Some of the things that looked like weeds around them also fell down in a large area. These were all creatures that were killed by his mental power.

Coming to the bodies of several cavalrymen, he took a quick look. There was an elite warrior plus three cavalrymen, which was the four-man team most commonly used by the old imperial family. Judging from the armor coverage, they should be just soldiers who came to conduct reconnaissance.

Judging from the direction the other side was moving, it was very likely that they were heading towards the coalition’s camp.

He thought about it. It seemed that the old imperial family was working with the coalition to fight against the Dashun garrison, but that didn't mean they could really cooperate sincerely. It seemed that they also had their own little tricks.

But he doesn't need to think too much. No matter where the other party comes from, as long as they are an enemy, he should eliminate them upon sight.

He pulled the reins and continued to move forward.

As for the corpses, he didn't have time to deal with them, and in a place like this, everything would disappear completely in less than an afternoon.

More than half an hour later, he finally arrived at the indigenous gathering place marked on the map, but what he saw was a burnt ruin.

Judging from the remaining fire, it may have been five or six days since the camp was destroyed, and the camp had long been occupied by a group of giant insects with hard chitinous shells.

He took a few looks and saw craters and fragments in some places, which showed that the place had obviously been bombarded by artillery fire.

In this area, the only two companies that currently have this capability are probably the Union and Linax.

Judging from their motivations, these people may be consciously clearing out possible threats from the periphery, or they may simply not want the indigenous people of these places to be used by the Defense Department’s garrison.

However, even if the base was destroyed, he had determined the location of the camp, which meant that he had not gone astray.

Moreover, the attackers' retreat route can be vaguely discerned, so perhaps the camp can be found by following these traces.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch. It was now one o'clock in the afternoon. He still had another three or four hours to travel and find a place to camp. Then he would set off early tomorrow morning and continue along the road marked by Chen Bitong. If there were no dangers or obstacles, he should be able to see the camp around noon tomorrow.

Just as he was thinking this, Chao Ming once again sounded a warning in the sky, and then he saw a large gray-feathered bird suddenly rushing towards him, and it was much bigger than Chao Ming.

But Chao Ming was not afraid at all. Instead, he engaged in a fight with it in mid-air, flying and dodging very flexibly.

Chen Chuan knew at a glance that this bird was definitely raised by someone. Fearing that Chao Ming might be in danger, he called out to it and asked it to come back, but the big bird did not chase after him.

After a while, there were dense crowds of figures appearing in the woods ahead.

A group of people with oil paint on their faces and wrapped in airtight smocks walked out from the opposite side. The man leading them immediately caught his attention because he was wearing an old pioneer team uniform.

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(End of this chapter)