Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 432 - 423: Frenzied Escape for Their Lives

The best method should be a fire attack, but there’s no gasoline here. A regular campfire doesn’t have enough power, unless it becomes a blazing fire wall, but under current conditions, that’s impossible.

Not to mention that the temperature is extremely low right now. There is still some accumulated snow on the branches, and it just rained a few days ago, making everything damp. A fire attack can only serve to block the way.

If we use poison... Glancing around, there are swarms of mutated moles flooding the place like locusts, too many in number. At best, it might knock out a few, but it won’t slow down the main force.

There are people in the team who have used poison, but looking at those who have slowed their pace because of it, they didn’t take down many with their toxic venom and poison powder, and they themselves were quickly engulfed by the swarming mutated moles.

Even the mighty Thunder Bombs have little effect, killing a cluster, but leaving countless others.

"Ah!"

A scream brought Cheng Xiaoxiao back to her senses as she saw the mutated moles about to catch up.

In a panic, a disciple climbed up an ancient towering tree, quickly reaching a height of several dozen meters. But the tree brought little safety, as the following mutated moles swarmed upwards, quickly catching up with him.

Seeing danger approaching, he swiftly vaulted into the air, grabbing an extended branch to separate from the main trunk, hoping to shake off the pursuing mutated moles in this way.

But before he could even catch his breath, the dense mutated moles formed a human ladder from the trunk, stretching further and further out. The leading mole was soon about to reach his ankle, forcing him to leap to another branch.

This back and forth continued until the disciple was exhausted, his movements slowing significantly.

The voracious moles seemed to sense an opportunity, leaping up to seize his heel, followed by a string of others, jumping repeatedly like dumplings being tossed rapidly into boiling water.

The disciple’s ankle soon held a long string of mutated moles, swinging back and forth in the air like a grotesque pendulum.

As the swinging rope grew longer and longer, he quickly couldn’t handle the weight, screaming in terror as he crashed to the ground from the high tree.

He fell, bones breaking, blood flowing from his orifices.

In the blink of an eye, he was submerged by the mutated moles on the ground.

With a final burst of indignation and rage before his death, he thought, "If I have to die anyway, why not take these disgusting creatures with me?"

With a laugh, he used his last ounce of strength to arduously pull out two life-saving Thunder Bombs from his possession.

They were a parting gift from his master, meant to be used only in dire circumstances.

And now was exactly such a time.

"Die, all of you!"

With a bang, a massive crater erupted under the ancient tree, scattering flesh and blood into the air, blowing away many mutated moles.

Everyone’s hearts were heavy.

A vibrant life was sacrificed so heroically.

He had illuminated the last brilliance of his life, leaving everyone deeply grieved, with that desperate laughter echoing in their minds for a long time.

Perhaps soon, they too would follow his footsteps.

Sadness welled up inside them.

Were they truly without escape? Sooner or later, they would be caught by those creatures.

Death would leave not a drop of blood or a fragment of flesh, only a pile of bones.

The flying flesh and bone fragments were swallowed by the advancing mutated moles as soon as they hit the ground. These creatures devoured even their kind, leaving only bones in their wake.

Everyone’s hearts felt heavy, not knowing where the path to survival lay.

Two teams of over two hundred people fled desperately.

If it weren’t for some at the rear providing cover, they would have been overtaken already.

Even someone as tough as Yuan He was struggling.

In a whirlwind of crossed swords and thundering noise, he managed to slice away a large section ahead.

Such a grand outburst could likely be performed only once more before exhausting his Inner Strength, unable to persist much longer.

Arrows were no longer an option; his arrow feathers had long been spent.

They were truly caught in a dire predicament, at the end of their rope.

Looking at everyone else, they were in even worse condition, their arms heavy as they swung their swords.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on the rear, filled with unwillingness and hatred. He still had grand ambitions to fulfill, how could he perish in this mountain?

Yet, he couldn’t leave his fellow disciples; he would have no standing in the Tianyuan Sect if he did.

He wouldn’t act this way unless absolutely necessary, but if that time came, he would not accompany these people to the grave.

Fear spread as they ran, some silently shedding tears, others gripping their bags at their waists, ready to take down the enemy with them at any moment. Some called out the names of their loved ones, seeking comfort and redemption.

The more advanced brothers and sisters held back the mutated moles, using every means at their disposal, slashing down a swath with swords and stars flashing past.

Unfortunately, more mutated moles soon chased after them again, an endless and tireless pursuit no matter how many were slain.

Cheng Xiaoxiao gave up her central position to fall back and join the others in facing the enemy.

Her sword moves were grand and open, combined with formidable Inner Strength. The Sword Qi she unleashed swept through like a storm, vanquishing and throwing aside a large group, instantly creating a several-feet-wide vacuum belt.

This drew the attention of the nearly exhausted crowd.

Mainly because everyone was so fatigued, and yet this young-looking person still retained such strong combat power. Why hadn’t she stepped forward earlier?

Some thought she was deliberately hiding her skills, or had some other plot, or was waiting for everyone else to exhaust themselves so she could escape alone.

Everyone’s thoughts varied.

Among them, a particularly beautiful female cultivator reacted the most sharply.

"What’s wrong with you? With such skill, why have you been hiding?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao turned her gaze to this senior sister. The woman had bright eyes and white teeth, a sharp chin, elegantly beautiful, but her aggressive demeanor marred that beauty.

"And who might you be?"

Not speaking might have been better; her words left the other furious.

"Who are you, kid, to talk to me like that? Do you believe I won’t feed you to the moles right now?"

The fiery-tempered senior sister’s eyes flared in anger. How dare someone ignore her like this?

Such insolence.

Just as she was about to act, Yuan He stopped her.

"This is not the time for infighting."

Amidst their confrontation, they still had to deal with the mutated moles, utterly disorderly and confused.

Such boastful words, not fearing injury to their tongue.

"Speaking so convincingly, does this senior sister have any strength left?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao truly wouldn’t indulge this person. Did she think just because of her high status and being from the Sect Leader’s faction that she could insult and look down upon others at will?

The Rhino was right about these Sect Leader’s faction individuals, arrogant all the time, trampling everyone they could. They couldn’t even see the grave danger they were in. This person was maliciously speculating about others, truly mind-boggling, unable to distinguish priorities.

If she were in a TV drama, she’d surely be a cannon fodder character, not making it past a few episodes.

"You..."