As the opponent carrying a long spear approached him.
Chu Tian’s mind conjured words previously spoken by Zhao Zilong.
One person, one spear, one horse, charging across the battlefield.
Breaking through formations and escaping relied solely on unwavering loyalty.
A general, naturally, must fulfill his duties with utmost loyalty.
A lone horse and spear breaking through encirclement, a valiant spirit chilling the enemy’s heart!
Where does the soul return? A long question cast to the sky thrice!
Although he had no horse, nor was he a general.
Still, that aura and presence were like having one person, one spear in hand, an unyielding force.
Chu Tian was astonished on this end.
The person opposite, drawing ever nearer, was equally full of shock.
Chu Tian’s position was elevated, with a sand dune in between.
There was a visual distortion, and he had initially thought Chu Tian was sitting on the sand dune.
However, when he climbed the dune.
His gaze turned to utter astonishment.
What Chu Tian was sitting on was not a sand dune at all.
It was a mountain formed from the piled-up corpses of death giant scorpions!
Visually, there were at least four to five hundred giant scorpion carcasses.
This… was so much food. If they could transport it back.
Why would they need to migrate and seek refuge with larger tribes?
However, transporting so many corpses back was impossible.
“Little brother, catch this spear…” With that, he made a gesture to throw it.
“No, no…” Chu Tian quickly waved his hands.
Chu Tian dared not catch it now; standing up was an effort.
Uncle Yang, seeing Chu Tian’s state, could tell he was exhausted.
He laughed heartily, “Little brother, you’re amazing. I suspect those escorting you were not eaten by scorpions, but you took care of them yourself!”
Even now, he still believed Chu Tian was an exiled individual.
“Heh heh!” Chu Tian chuckled.
“Those scorpions were about to escape, why are you still chasing them so relentlessly?”
Earlier, Chu Tian had found their actions very perplexing.
Having no strength to assist, he could only throw his spear.
Uncle Yang shook his head, “You’ve just arrived in the Sea of Death, you don’t know what’s most important here yet.”
Seeing Chu Tian’s questioning gaze, he continued, “First is water, second is food!”
“Oh!” Chu Tian uttered an “oh,” thinking it was something else.
Ever since he discovered he could communicate with his divine soul space here.
Water and food were no longer an issue for him.
Before going to the Ma family, he had cleared out the inventory of a certain supermarket. The food and water he had stored there.
Were likely enough for him to last over a decade.
However, seeing the other man’s regretful look at the scorpions at his feet.
Then, weighing the spear in his hand, he suddenly looked at Chu Tian and asked, “Little brother, do you have a spatial pouch?”
Chu Tian was taken aback by the question, then realized.
He hadn’t carried any weapons previously, so producing one now would surely arouse suspicion.
He decided not to hide it and nodded.
Receiving confirmation, the other man’s excitement was beyond words, “What’s your name, little brother? My surname is Yang, everyone calls me Old Yang.”
“You see…”
He pointed to the giant scorpions at his feet.
Chu Tian understood his meaning.
“My name is Chu Tian…” As he spoke.
Just as he was about to nod, the sky suddenly darkened again.
Of the remaining eight suns in the sky, only seven were left.
Old Yang also looked up, then grabbed Chu Tian.
Handed him the spear and said, “We need to hurry, or we’ll run out of time.”
Chu Tian, not understanding, took the spear, and with a thought.
It instantly shrunk, turning into a white light, and entered Chu Tian’s brow.
“In the Sea of Death, the most dangerous time is at night. We must reach the next safe point after dark!”
[Ding… System Prompt: Branch Mission [Death Giant Scorpion] Completed.]
The moment he recalled the [Moon God’s Wrath, Spear of the Healer’s War], the system prompted the mission completion.
But there were no rewards.
Chu Tian thought, what a shoddy thing. Everything had become strange since arriving here.
Even missions didn’t give rewards anymore. It would be nice if they at least gave some experience.
However, there was no more time to dwell on it.
Old Yang had already pulled him up and handed him a water pouch.
Chu Tian hesitated, wanting to say, “I have water…”
Before the words could leave his mouth, the other man said, “Drink quickly, it will replenish your strength!”
Chu Tian hesitated and sniffed.
A wonderfully fragrant aroma wafted from the water pouch, making his eyes light up.
Tilting his head back, he opened his mouth and took a large gulp.
The liquid was spicy, accompanied by bitterness.
These were secondary. The primary sensation was a fishy, foul odor that assaulted his senses.
“Ugh…” Chu Tian opened his mouth to spit it out.
What kind of strange thing smelled so good yet tasted so foul?
Unexpectedly, Old Yang clamped his mouth shut.
Chu Tian shivered, “Damn it…”
Truly, one should not harbor ill intentions, but one must guard against others!
At this moment, he was as weak as a chicken, no match for Old Yang.
The man pinched his nose and covered his mouth.
Chu Tian struggled and, with a gulp, swallowed the contents of his mouth.
Old Yang then let him go accordingly.
“Damn you…” Chu Tian spat out a curse.
At the same time, he lunged at the man.
Activating his ‘Heavy Blow’ skill, he unleashed a punch.
Old Yang’s eyes narrowed. His hands drew circles, guiding the movement.
Chu Tian’s punch was thus guided past him, grazing his side.
The other man then turned, positioning himself behind Chu Tian without retaliating.
This action brought Chu Tian back from his anger.
He turned around, waved his arms, and was simultaneously shocked by the man’s skill.
With a casual guide, he had diffused the force of his powerful punch to the side.
It seemed he had underestimated Old Yang. What was his background?
His spear skills were god-tier, and he hadn’t expected his unarmed combat to be so formidable.
Chu Tian assessed himself. His stamina had not yet recovered to its peak.
But it had recovered by half.
Looking at the water pouch in his hand, this thing was truly beneficial.
He picked it up and brought it to his lips.
“Hey, hey, hey…” Old Yang exclaimed, reaching out to snatch it.
But it was too late. Chu Tian had already taken two more gulps.
Enduring the nausea, he swallowed.
Looking at Old Yang, he grinned and asked, “Old Yang, what is this stuff?”
The other man held the water pouch with a pained expression and said, exasperatedly, “Naturally, it’s a good thing… I’ve lost so much…”
Chu Tian chuckled and, using his divine sense, swiftly began collecting the mountain-like giant scorpion corpses, pile by pile, into his divine platform.
There were too many. He had only collected half when the sky darkened again.
“Alright… let’s go, no more time!”
Old Yang, ignoring the pain of loss, pulled Chu Tian and they ran.
A moment later, they rendezvoused with over thirty others.
Chu Tian saw them, with dismembered giant scorpions hanging from their bodies.
He intended to help them collect the remains.
But Old Yang stopped him, shaking his head.
Then, he gathered the team and they began to run.
Chu Tian paused at his obstruction, but after a moment’s thought.
He realized Old Yang might be worried about these people revealing his secret.
Then, he mockingly thought: I’m still too naive!
He followed these people, advancing along the way.
The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature of the once scorching desert began to drop.
When only the last sun remained, the sky turned a hazy yellow.
It was at this time that they rejoined the group that had escaped earlier. Big Wind Novel.
During this journey, Chu Tian learned.
They were originally a small tribe, forced to migrate due to unavoidable circumstances.
Hoping to encounter larger tribes for refuge.
And these so-called tribes in the Sea of Death were all exiled individuals.
Or descendants of exiled individuals.
The little girl named Diandian, and even her father, were born and raised here.
However…
This time, Diandian’s father, while fighting the first giant scorpion, was pierced by its tail.
He died in the desert.
When they had just regrouped, those anxiously awaiting them fell into weeping.
This time, they had lost eight people.
And over a dozen were injured.
The most severely injured had their right arm severed by the giant scorpion’s pincer.
They were now disabled.
However, upon seeing the three dismembered giant scorpions being dragged back.
The mood of the group improved somewhat.
After all, in this Sea of Death, human lives were the cheapest.
Only food and water were the most important things in their hearts.
The truly sorrowful were the families of the deceased.
Here, Chu Tian saw the girl named Diandian.
And her mother, both weeping as they walked.
Chu Tian hurried after them and approached Diandian.
He secretly handed her a water bottle.
The little girl, upon seeing the water bottle, snatched the one Chu Tian offered.
Then quickly tucked it into her embrace.
Chu Tian was stunned and thought: Although I was giving it to you, that’s too impolite!