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

Meanwhile, at Cangyun Martial Arts University...

A gentle breeze picked up the scattered pebbles on the ground, which rolled and swished past Fan Rui's feet.

Where are they?

Fan Rui stared at the empty space in front of him, took two steps forward, squatted down, reached out and grabbed a handful of air, then touched the hard ground.

There was no blood, no severed limbs, not even a trace of the elemental energy left after the formation was activated.

Two living, breathing people.

Two healthy people who were just here, panting heavily and even injured, vanished into thin air.

I said…

Fan Rui stood up, brushed the dirt off his hands, and turned to look at Luo Yurou, who was organizing her equipment. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"What exactly is going on with you guys?"

"Last time too, it seemed like all of your people were immortal?"

The other members of the Wuyue Martial Arts University team gathered around, their faces full of curiosity and surprise.

Luo Yurou raised her eyelids and glanced at Fan Rui, a faint smile curving her lips.

"In this battlefield of the heavens, there is an extremely magical place. They went there, and they're probably more comfortable there than we are now."

"A magical place?"

Fan Rui was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked a question in return.

What kind of place is the Battlefield of the Heavens? It's a meat grinder!

This place—

Isn't that amazing?

"No, Captain Luo, what you're saying is even less clear to me..."

Fan Rui was about to press for more information when his words abruptly stopped.

"Buzz—"

The hard ground beneath my feet suddenly trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a very faint ripple of elemental energy spread through the air.

Fan Rui suddenly shut his mouth, abruptly turned his head, and stared intently at the southeast direction with the gaze of a hawk.

"Has someone encountered an alien race?"

Fan Rui said in a deep voice, his expression instantly becoming serious.

Luo Yurou didn't reply. Her expression changed slightly, and she closed her eyes instantly.

The next second, the immense perception unique to Flying Realm warriors erupted with a thunderous roar.

Not long after.

Luo Yurou suddenly opened her eyes, and her previously relaxed expression vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling and murderous aura.

"They're from Qinglan, Haichuan, and Wangchuan Martial Arts University!"

Luo Yurou's expression turned serious.

"All members of Cangyun Martial Arts University, prepare to rescue! Follow me!"

Before she finished speaking, Luo Yurou stomped her toes heavily on the ground, and her whole body turned into a red afterimage in a gust of wind.

The students of Cangyun Martial Arts University did not hesitate at all, immediately drawing their weapons and following closely behind.

Fan Rui stood there, sword in hand, staring blankly at the disappearing figures of the Cangyun martial arts group, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

"no……"

Fan Rui stared at the fleeing figure ahead, filled with doubt.

"Aren't there teachers leading the team and a rescue team?"

"When they encountered danger, they simply crushed the jade tablet, and the teacher arrived in the blink of an eye!"

"That jade tablet's shield can even withstand attacks from a Ninth Heaven Realm expert for a while, do we really need to rush over and risk our lives?!"

Even so, after thinking for a moment, Fan Rui gritted his teeth and suddenly waved his hand.

"Let's go see what's going on!"

When everyone reached the edge of the huge stone forest filled with weathered stone pillars, their forward momentum suddenly stopped.

The scene before them was like a heavy punch that slammed into everyone's chests, instantly expelling all the air from their lungs.

There are no teachers.

There was no rescue.

There was only a scene of utter carnage.

Between the large and small broken stone pillars, hundreds of white elemental energy shields shimmered densely.

Those shields, which should have been crystal clear and indestructible, were now like candles flickering in the wind, their surfaces covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks, their light dimming and dimming.

Above these shields, in mid-air.

The thorny feathered creature circled and swooped down.

Waving its metal bone wings with sharp, knife-like edges, it emitted an extremely piercing shriek.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bone spikes collided violently with the elemental shield, unleashing a deafening thud.

"How could this happen..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Just then.

Less than fifty meters to their left front, two already dull white shields suddenly emitted an extremely piercing "crack" sound.

The already cracked light screen could no longer withstand the continuous bombardment and shattered, turning into countless white specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The two students from Qinglan Martial Arts University who were hiding inside were instantly exposed to the air.

Their faces were filled with terror, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Two Thornfeather Clan members, who had been circling above them and poised to attack, flashed bloodthirsty delight in their vertical eyes. They suddenly folded their wings and transformed into two streaks of black lightning as they swooped down.

The stark white bone spurs reflected a chilling light in the sunlight.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The sickening sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh suddenly rang out.

The bone spurs pierced directly through the chests of the two students without any obstruction.

The immense impact even propelled their bodies backward, pinning them firmly to the stone pillars behind them.

Blood gushed from their chests like fountains, instantly staining the surrounding dry rocks red.

The two students clung tightly to the bone spurs piercing their chests, their legs twitching weakly in mid-air before their eyes lost their light and they died instantly.

The alien race, having landed a successful blow, let out an excited screech.

They pulled out the bone spurs covered in bits of flesh, flapped their wings, creating a shower of blood, and rose again to find their next target.

"Run—!!"

Just then, a heart-wrenching roar came from a cracked white shield not far ahead.

"Don't worry about us, run!!"

That's Zhao Feng, the captain of Qinglan Martial Arts University.

At this moment, Zhao Feng had long lost the air of a proud son of heaven.

His face was covered in blood, and his left arm was twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken.

He was leaning against a huge rock, staring intently at Luo Yurou, Fan Rui, and the others who had just rushed into the battlefield.

Instead of calling for help or showing any joy at seeing its own kind, it used all its strength to pound on the shattering shield, roaring at the top of its lungs.

"This is a trap! It's all a fucking trap!"

Zhao Feng's voice was completely hoarse, and each roar was accompanied by blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"The rescue team hasn't arrived! The teacher in charge didn't even come! Run!"

The voice just fell.

"Bang!"

The light screen above Zhao Feng's head, which was on the verge of collapse, finally exhausted its last bit of energy and burst open like a soap bubble that had been punctured.

Without the protection of the shield, Zhao Feng was instantly exposed to the shadow of death.

"hiss--"

A sharp screech tore through the sky.

Another Thornfeather tribesman swooped down.

A sharp bone spur, more than half a meter long, hurtled straight toward Zhao Feng's heart.

That's incredibly fast!

Severely injured, Zhao Feng was unable to dodge.

He stared at the ever-growing bone spurs in his pupils, feeling the deathly wind rushing towards him, and closed his eyes in despair.

He instinctively raised his intact right hand to shield himself, waiting for the moment his chest would be pierced through.

At this critical moment.

"Thousand Flames!"

A soft sigh.

A barrage of fireballs rained down on the swooping Thornfeather tribesmen.