Random Treasure Chests in Full-Time Magician

Chapter 52 Heavenly Tribulation Flame

"I'll attract it." Zhang Xiaohou immediately added wind trails and ground waves to himself.

"This kid is so bold! He dares to rush in even a general-level warrior!" Zhao Manyan said upon seeing his actions.

Seeing the general charge straight up, he would never have dared to do that.

Before long, Zhang Xiaohou had trapped Sha Xiaohu in his quicksand trap.

"Wind Disc - Tornado!" Zhang Xiaohou raised his hands.

Instantly, sandstorms and gales swept up all around, and the wind element quickly transformed into a swirling, coiling tornado!

The tornado swept the Sand Howling Tiger, which was stuck in quicksand, into the sky. The Sand Howling Tiger roared and writhed in pain in the air.

Boom—

As Sha Xiaohu fell, he kicked up a wave of sand. Seeing that Sha Xiaohu couldn't get up, Mo Fan threw a powerful punch at Sha Xiaohu's head.

Sha Xiaohu let out a miserable scream and died.

After killing Sha Xiaohu, Zhang Xiaohou went over to see if there were any unusual bones or skin.

Before I even got close, I saw a hunter squad rushing towards me.

Their expressions changed immediately when they saw Sha Xiaohu's cleaned body.

One of the female mages, with her yellowish-black skin, pointed at the group and said angrily, "You lot are too shameless! We've been tracking the Sand Howling Tiger that we injured for ages, and then you snatched it away without us even noticing! Don't you know that hunter mages aren't allowed to fight over prey that's already been locked on?"

"Auntie, it pounced on us as soon as we found it. Are we just supposed to obediently let it attack us?" Zhao Manyan retorted.

"Who are you calling 'auntie'? I'm not even thirty yet!" The dark-skinned female mage's voice shrilled when she heard Zhao Manyan call her "auntie."

"With your personality, you're no different from those middle-aged women who do square dancing," Mo Fan retorted.

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned female mage was furious: "What are you saying? Do you know how difficult it is to hunt a warrior?"

Bai Feng unleashed a "Thunderbolt - Top Strike" on a Sand Howling Tiger charging from another sand dune, turning it into ashes.

He turned to the pair of hunter mages and said calmly, "It's just a matter of waving a hand; it's not that difficult."

A rather masculine-looking man with a black beard stepped forward after seeing Bai Feng's move, grabbed her, and said to the crowd, "Young men, we also contributed to the capture of Sha Xiaohu. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to succeed so easily. How about this, we'll check Sha Xiaohu's corpse for any unusual bones or blood, and we'll split the spoils fifty-fifty."

"Fifty-fifty? You wish! You're a useless piece of trash who lost your prey, and now you have the nerve to come and share the spoils with us?" Mo Fan said irritably.

Mo Fan is easy to talk to about anything, but when it comes to money, he won't give a single penny.

"You want to break the rules among hunters?" The black-bearded hunter's face darkened.

"The hunter's rule is that junior hunters must respect their seniors, must not compete with them for prey, and must not show any disrespect to their seniors," Bai Feng said, while searching for something on his person.

"Heh, senior? You bunch of delicate-skinned kids, you look like students who just wandered around aimlessly from high school, don't you even know..." Before he could finish speaking, Bai Feng took out the Hunter Master Badge from his spatial bracelet.

Not only her, but the black-bearded captain's face also froze.

Among the group that stole their prey was a master hunter, and they had previously been rude to their "senior"!

The black-bearded captain, his face grim, led his team away in a sorry state, never expecting to run into such a formidable opponent.

Watching them walk away, Mo Fan couldn't help but say, "If Lingling had taken out the Hunter's Medal, I think their expressions would have been even more interesting."

After the minor incident, the group continued their journey along the undulating sandy terrain.

This sandy area wasn't exactly boundless; after traveling for about a day, the group arrived at a Gobi desert dotted with countless bare rocks.

The frequency of Sand Roaring Tigers appearing in the Gobi Desert has also increased, and everyone is trying to avoid them as much as possible.

Soon, we arrived at the Shawang River, a long and distant river that had dried up for countless years.

After countless years of erosion, the entire river channel has become incredibly wide. Even on a map, the Shawang River looks like a long, earth-colored dragon lying on the Dunhuang map.

Legend has it that this enormous Sand River is teeming with a terrifying monster, the White Sand Demon Soldiers. Standing on the Gobi Desert and looking ahead, one sees only an endless expanse of arid land sinking into the depths.

"Huh? Isn't it supposed to be called the Sand River? Isn't this just a sea of ​​sand with layers upon layers of sand?" Zhao Manyan's voice trembled slightly.

"Isn't it said that White Sand Demon Soldiers can be seen everywhere here? Why haven't I seen a single one?" Zhang Xiaohou said, shielding his eyes from the sunlight as he gazed into the distance.

Everyone had the same question in their minds. At this moment, the field of vision was still quite wide, and they could see the white mud and sand several kilometers away. There was nothing moving in the mud and sand. Apart from the occasional thin layer of white sand waves blown up, there was no movement.

At this moment, Lingling casually took out a worthless internal organ from the Sand Howling Tiger from her bag and handed it to Zhang Xiaohou next to her, saying, "Here, throw it far away."

Zhang Xiaohou took the demon's entrails from Lingling and then, with all his might, flung them far into the Shawang River.

Before the piece of flesh and entrails even hit the ground, the white sand began to churn. In the blink of an eye, a tall, white, long-sword-wielding giant formed within a 30-meter radius of the spot where it fell. Several white sand demon soldiers chopped the entrails into pieces before they sank back into the sand.

This scene left everyone speechless.

"It's just a small piece of internal organ, why are so many White Sand Demon Soldiers suddenly appearing? If our group were to walk over there, wouldn't we be faced with an entire legion of White Sand Demon Soldiers?" Zhang Xiaohou said in astonishment.

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan nodded in agreement, and Bai Feng almost burst out laughing when he saw the retreating steps.

"Let's rest here for today. It's getting dark. We can cross the Sha Wang River tomorrow," Lingling said, looking at the Sha Wang River and turning back.

When it comes to setting up camp efficiently, no one can compare to Zhang Xiaohou, who is a military strategist.

This guy is like he's on steroids, he has endless energy every day, and he seems to be very enthusiastic about everything he does.

Zhang Xiaohou set up the tent to one side, while the rest of the people prepared food for dinner.

"I'll keep watch tonight, you all get some rest. Tomorrow, let Yu Mian lead the team. Xin Xia, don't overwork yourself, someone is injured and needs your help to heal them." Bai Feng looked at the group who had just finished eating, they were all quite tired after walking for so long today.

"Mmm." Ye Xinxia smiled sweetly and responded softly.

The night is deep, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and countless stars twinkle. A cool breeze caresses one's face. The sky is like a clean, dark blue cloth, with the stars appearing as shimmering fragments of gold scattered across it. The tranquil night is so poetic and picturesque, seemingly bathed in silvery moonlight, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Night fell like a wildcat, quietly slipping down the mountain ridge. Occasionally, the roars of beasts could be heard from afar, but Bai Feng paid no heed. The moon at night was like a veiled beauty, with bright eyes and white teeth, sitting by the campfire, its light reflecting off the fire while the moon draped itself in a silver veil, making it look incredibly beautiful.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, after hastily eating some compressed biscuits, they prepared to cross the Shawang River.

After packing their belongings, everyone stood not far from the Sha Wang River. They looked at each other, their expressions seemingly asking, "Who wants to go down first?"

Bai Feng looked at the bewildered expressions on everyone's faces and shook his head helplessly. After all, she was his girlfriend, so he decided to go himself.

"Alright, I'll go first. Yu Mian, don't be nervous. When the White Sand Demon Soldiers come out, calm them down. I trust you." Bai Feng stared into Ding Yu Mian's eyes, his gaze full of trust.

"Okay." Ding Yumin smiled. It was something she would always remember that someone believed in her.

Everyone looked at Bai Feng with concern, but Bai Feng deliberately put on an air of despair, as if a hero was about to depart and never return.

Bai Feng arrived beside the white sand waves. As if sensing that food had been fed to them, the white sand waves began to wriggle, looking like swarms of tiny white worms eager to swallow Bai Feng whole.

Bai Feng showed no fear. His black trench coat fluttered in the wind, and his long black hair was tied into a high ponytail with a hair crown, making him look like a spirited young man about to step into the world of martial arts.

Bai Feng stepped into the Sand River, and the white sand around him became increasingly turbulent. After Bai Feng took a dozen steps, dozens of white sand demon soldiers emerged from under the sand and slashed at him with their swords.

Everyone watched as Bai Feng remained motionless, seemingly frozen in fear. Just as they were about to shout, they saw the hands of the White Sand Demon Soldiers, which had raised their broadswords, freeze in mid-air. It turned out that Ding Yumin on the shore had used "Spirit Ripple - Soothing" to calm the minds of the White Sand Demon Soldiers.

When everyone saw Bai Feng standing calmly in place, they all gave him a thumbs up, which showed that Bai Feng trusted Ding Yumin.

"Come on, it's alright now. As long as we don't use magic before leaving the Sand River, the White Sand Demons won't attack us," Bai Feng called out to his companions on the shore.

Ding Yumin walked at the front, Ye Xinxia and Lingling sat on the back of the Swift Star Wolf and walked in the middle, Mo Fan walked beside the Swift Star Wolf, and Zhao Manyan and his cousin walked at the back.

The group walked cautiously through the Sand River. Ding Yumin had a magic tool forged by Bai Feng to restore her energy, so she seemed only a little tired. Even though she didn't stop along the way, it was already afternoon when they finally left the Sand River.

After safely crossing the Shawang River, a vast expanse of land appeared before us, as if it had been scorched red by flames.

This is the North Corner of Zhuoyuan, a special pure land that still has various mysterious legends to this day, and there are not many traces of humans left here.

Bai Feng glanced at Ding Yumin's tired expression, then stroked her hair. Ding Yumin returned Bai Feng's smile, indicating that she was alright.

Bai Feng noticed that everyone looked somewhat tired; after all, anyone would be unable to remain calm if they were in imminent danger.

"Let's rest there for today. We'll make sure we're fully recovered before heading in. Let's not get stuck in there." Bai Feng pointed to a shady spot not far ahead, called out to those behind him, and walked towards it.

Everyone was exhausted, both physically and mentally. The sun was still quite strong, and they felt tired and hungry. They quickly followed Bai Feng toward the shady spot.

The group rested there for the night, and after a peaceful night, they all looked refreshed and energetic.

Last night, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Zhao Manyan took turns keeping watch. It seemed that the demons knew that Bai Feng and his group were not to be trifled with, and none of them dared to provoke them.

"You guys run errands and bury these things in the ground." Lingling took out four strange cone-shaped instruments from the bag.

This strange cone-shaped device looks a bit like a gyroscope, but it's encased in metal and looks quite advanced.

"This is an element detector. Are we going to test the element concentration in this area?" Zhang Xiaohou, as expected of someone from the Special Operations Department, quickly recognized the device.

"I learned about the habits of the Flame Princesses from the book. They like to live in places where the flame concentration is more than five times higher than normal. However, when they are about to give birth to new life, in order to give the new life a stronger flame energy at birth, the Flame Princess mother will often reside in a place with extremely high flame energy." Lingling spoke like a wise person, which was quite strange compared to her small body.

As Lingling instructed, Zhang Xiaohou and Mo Fan buried the element detector at the location Lingling had indicated.

While the detector is useful, there is a certain risk in every use. Burying the detector underground is equivalent to sending a location signal to demons within a certain radius. Those idle demons may be attracted by these signals.

Therefore, every time such a detector is used, it will be surrounded by demons. The decision must be made based on the time required for detection. Many hunters often use it improperly and are surrounded by demons, resulting in their complete annihilation.

Fortunately, the detector for detecting elemental concentration didn't take too long. Before the demons swarmed in like a tide, everyone retreated in time and avoided being in danger.

"Look, it looks like the sky is on fire, and it's burning really high!" Zhang Xiaohou said, pointing in the direction they were heading.

Everyone looked over and indeed saw the flames burning very high, just as Zhang Xiaohou had said...

But why do these flames seem to be growing larger? When I first saw them, they looked like just small balls of fire, but how come they're getting bigger and bigger?

"You guys... don't you think they've gotten even bigger? It feels like they're about to burn up to the sky," someone said.

"It's getting bigger and bigger, it's burning right here! Run!" Bai Feng shouted, picked up Ding Yumin, and ran towards the Sha Wang River.

The flames were like mountains and seas. At first, they were on the distant horizon, so they looked like nothing more than a cluster of firelight like waves. But when they swallowed the horizon and surged toward them with overwhelming force, they suddenly realized how terrifying the fire was!

Even after being parked for several kilometers, you could still feel the intense heat, as if the moisture in your body was being evaporated.

Although Bai Feng was carrying Ding Yumin, he was not slow at all. He hurriedly ran to the big rock where he had rested last night. He could not return to the Sha Wang River now. The demons in the Sha Wang River had also rioted. He could not calm them down with his mind-based magic. Stepping into the river would be suicide.

Everyone returned behind the large rock, but Zhang Xiaohou still felt it wasn't safe, so he put up two more stone barriers on either side of the rock face.

"Thump thump thump thump thump!!!"

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they felt the ground suddenly begin to tremble. They could see dust billowing in the direction they had just run from, and a large group of creatures were rushing about.

Amidst the swirling sand, one could vaguely make out figures as strong as oxen. Their heads, limbs, and even some joints were covered with an incredibly hard layer of armor. The armor was reddish-brown in color, suggesting it had been frequently tempered by flames.

"Those are armored beasts, creatures renowned for their defensive capabilities among warrior-level beings. Unlike most warrior-level creatures that are solitary, they prefer to live in groups. Therefore, their armor is a very suitable material for magical armor. However, to kill even one of them, you often have to face the iron hooves of an entire pack of armored beasts." Lingling recognized the creatures that were running away at a glance.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt their hearts race. Such a large group of warrior-level creatures, whose combat power and destructive force were comparable to a full army, were already running around in terror. Didn't this further demonstrate how terrifying the Heavenly Tribulation Flame in the distance truly was?

(End of this chapter)