What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

"Clatter."

The plastic bottle cap was violently popped open.

Liu Bo identified the direction.

A dozen or so yellow sand ratmen simultaneously exerted their suction force, creating a powerful tornado in the narrow underground space, pushing him forward relentlessly.

"Eat up! Eat more!"

Liu Bo flicked his wrist and swung the bottle forward with the opening facing forward.

A dozen or so dark brown "powerful croton seeds" detached from the plastic bottle and, carried by the violent airflow, flew precisely towards those gaping mouths.

The Yellow Sand Rat people never imagined that someone would use such a weapon on the battlefield of the heavens.

The gale swept up sand and dust, along with the dark brown pills, and shoved them all into their mouths.

"Gurgle!"

The ordinary rat-men at the early stage of the Flying Realm nearby swallowed one each without even chewing it, letting it slide down their throats.

The leader of the ratmen, who was at the very center and the largest in size, was the most powerful in terms of suction and received the most "care".

Seven or eight dark brown, potent croton seeds lined up and slid down its fang-filled throat directly into its stomach.

The pills melt in your mouth.

After throwing away the medicine bottle, Liu Bo stared intently at the rat-man in front of him.

"May the shop owner bless us! May God bless us!"

Liu Bo prayed frantically in his heart.

"You absolutely have to make sure this croton oil is effective! I don't want my hundred-odd pounds of flesh to die in a rat's belly!"

one second.

two seconds.

Apart from the howling wind and sand, nothing changed in the underground space.

The yellow sand was still spinning wildly, and Liu Bo's body slid down another half meter.

Just when Liu Bo thought the medicine wasn't working and was about to close his eyes and wait to die...

"Gurgle—"

A muffled, strange noise suddenly drowned out the surrounding sandstorm and rang out abruptly in the empty underground space.

The sound was like someone had lit a firecracker and thrown it into the cellar.

The enormous rat-man leader froze—no, his entire rat body was stiff.

Its pair of beady green eyes, which had been flashing with a fierce light, widened instantly.

Immediately afterwards, its rat-like face, covered with withered yellow scales, visibly changed color.

The original earthy yellow color quickly faded, turning into a strange iron-blue.

"squeak……"

The rat-man leader let out a scream that had gone awry.

Its two front paws could no longer maintain the formation, and it tightly covered its swollen belly.

The effects of the potent croton oil have kicked in.

This is an enhanced version of laxatives produced by the system, specifically designed for robust alien races.

The moment the medicine came into contact with the gastric juices, it turned into an unstoppable torrent, heading straight for the rat-man leader's intestines.

The rat-man leader's two thick hind legs began to tremble violently, and his knees buckled uncontrollably inward.

It clenched its legs together, its tail pressed tightly to the ground, and every hair on its body stood on end.

The churning inside her caused her to bend over in pain, her facial features contorted in agony.

Not just it.

The dozen or so ordinary yellow sand rat-men around them, who had swallowed croton oil, all lowered their claws at this moment.

They clutched their stomachs, rolling on the ground in agony, emitting pitiful "squeaks."

Some of the rat-men were in so much pain that they scratched wildly at the hard rocks with their claws, leaving deep white marks.

With their spellcasting interrupted, these alien races could no longer spare even a trace of their own energy to maintain their innate skills.

The formation of "Desperate Sand Sea" was abruptly broken.

The quicksand that had been spinning wildly and devouring everything instantly turned into a dead sand after losing the support of the elemental energy.

The suction force that had been wrapped around everyone's legs and pulling them downwards vanished without a trace.

"The sand has stopped!"

Li Lan, who was stuck on the edge of quicksand, shouted and pressed her hands firmly against the sand on both sides, and pulled herself up with a sudden jerk.

With a "pop," his two thick, short legs were finally pulled out of the sand.

He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

Not far from him.

The once-fierce Yellow Sand Ratmen, who had been ready to devour them alive, were now in complete disarray.

A dozen or so rats clutched their stomachs, clamped their legs together, and writhed in agony on the ground.

saved!

Li Lan let out a long breath, finally relaxing her tense nerves.

He stood up, carrying the heavy black iron sword, and strode quickly to Liu Bo's side, his feet sinking into the soft sand.

At this moment, Liu Bo was also carrying Wei Xiaoran, struggling to climb out of the sandpit.

Li Lan planted the heavy sword in the sand, straightened her mud-covered clothes, then stood with her legs together and bowed deeply to Liu Bo.

"Brother, I'm deeply grateful!"

Li Lan's tone was extremely sincere, even carrying a hint of reverence.

"Just now, I, Li Lan, was blind and misunderstood your intentions, brother. You saved the lives of everyone at Shangjing Martial Arts University today. I, Li Lan, will remember this kindness."

He looked up at the yellow sand ratmen groaning in pain on the ground, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"May I ask, brother, what kind of deadly poison did you just throw into their mouths?"

Li Lan became increasingly alarmed as she looked at the document.

Although these yellow sand rat-men are treacherous by nature, they are still genuine alien races of the Flying Realm.

They are physically robust, and even if they ingest ordinary poisons, they can force them out through their vital energy.

Moreover, rats are creatures that are a collection of various toxins.

But those black pills that Liu Bo just threw out only took a few seconds to render a leader at the peak of the Flying Heaven Realm and more than a dozen alien races at the early stage of the Flying Heaven Realm completely powerless, causing them to writhe on the ground in agony.

This kind of poison, which can instantly disintegrate the combat power of high-level alien races, would definitely fetch an astronomical price if it were placed in an outside auction house!

Liu Bo didn't answer directly, but grinned.

"Run!"

Liu Bo roared, not bothering to explain to Li Lan at all.

He held Wei Xiaoran tightly, his legs suddenly buckling as he moved like a startled rabbit.

He scrambled and crawled toward the huge pink, blood-splitting rhinoceros corpse ten meters away.

"what?"

Li Lan was stunned for a moment, not hearing clearly.

This is nothing serious.

The leader of the yellow sand ratmen not far away suddenly tensed up, pressing his front paws firmly against his belly, the muscles in his hind legs began to twitch irregularly, and his tail slowly curled up.

angle--

Exactly!

"Sizzle—"

A muffled thud exploded in the underground space.

It's like the valve on a high-pressure water gun has been suddenly turned on.

Li Lan, who was less than ten meters away from it, was the first to be hit.

Time stood still at that moment.

Li Lan stood frozen in place, her eyes covered, only able to see ahead through a slit.

He subconsciously smacked his lips, and his face turned green.

Before Li Lan could even start vomiting.

Machine gun fire activated!

Have any of you played the game Splatoon?

"vomit--!"

Li Lan finally realized what was happening.

He threw down his heavy sword, covered his throat with both hands, bent over, and began to dry heave violently.

His stomach was churning with acid, and he wished he could vomit up everything he had eaten yesterday.

Several students from Beijing Martial Arts University who had just crawled out of the sand were caught in an undeserved disaster.

"ah--!"

A girl was about to scream, but the scene before her frightened her so much that she swallowed it back.

He rolled his eyes and almost fainted from nausea.

"Stop! Stop criticizing! I give up!"

A boy ran away with his head in his hands. His already dirty white martial arts uniform was now completely stained with an indescribable color.

The underground space was filled with a suffocating stench that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Ten meters away.

Liu Bo had already pulled Wei Xiaoran into a blind spot behind the huge pink blood-splitting rhinoceros corpse.

The enormous corpse acted as a wall of flesh, perfectly blocking the splashing liquid.

Liu Bo pinched his nose tightly with his hand and held his breath.

He poked half his head out, and what he saw was horrific.

"That's terrible, absolutely terrible."

Liu Bo shook his head, looking at Li Lan whose face had turned from green to white, a trace of sympathy flashing in his eyes.

"I told you to run already, but you insisted on asking."

Liu Bo patted his chest, his face full of relief.

"Luckily, I ran fast."

"The things made by the shop owner are a bit dirty, but the effects are really amazing."