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

"What on earth is going on?!"

Rong Jing frowned, overwhelmed by the pungent smell of blood.

Looking around, the entire Stone Forest battlefield resembled a hellish abyss.

The bodies of students from Haichuan, Wangchuan, and Qinglan Wuhan University were lying haphazardly among the rubble.

Limbs and torsos were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed down the cracks in the rocks, pooling into glaring pools of blood.

"Don't just stand there!"

Luo Yurou was panting heavily. Her bright red combat suit was covered with crisscrossing tears, and blood dripped from her arms onto the black soil.

She looked at the two of them and quickly explained.

"For some reason, the university association's rescue team hasn't arrived!"

Luo Yurou spoke very quickly, "None of the teachers leading the team have shown up! The shield of the life-saving jade pendant couldn't withstand the continuous attacks from the alien race."

"Furthermore, the jade token we have has become invalid!"

"What?!"

Liu Bo and Rong Jing both gasped in shock.

"Flame Wall!"

Luo Yurou clasped her hands together in front of her, and crimson flames formed a wall of fire around her, once again forcing back the two rapidly approaching Thorn Feather Clan members.

"Go back immediately with the scrolls! Go find the shopkeeper and buy more scrolls to save them!"

"I can't hold out much longer, move quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Bo was first taken aback, then suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Holy crap!"

"So that's why the shop owner insisted on giving me so many reels! He was waiting for this all along!"

Just as they were about to leave the resort, Xu Tianlin tossed him a large package.

The room was filled with conveyor belts decorated with cartoon buses, which were said to have been purchased and stored in advance by Lord Xiao Qiong so that they could be taken out and distributed to others.

Liu Bo was puzzled at the time, wondering why the old man was buying so many reels. He might as well buy a couple of jars and try his luck.

Now I understand!

"Jing-jie, time to get to work!"

Liu Bo roared and slashed his left hand across the storage artifact at his waist.

"Whoosh!"

With a flash of Yuan energy, a large number of parchment-like teleportation scrolls appeared directly in his arms, piled up like a small hill.

Liu Bo kicked aside a piece of rubble, grabbed the large pile of scrolls, and charged into the battlefield like an arrow.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rong Jing also grabbed a roll of paper and rushed towards the wounded on the other side.

The situation on the battlefield began to become extremely strange.

Amidst a flurry of flying bone spikes and deafening roars.

Liu Bo looked like a guy handing out flyers at a market, his legs moving frantically back and forth on the dark brown rocks.

Slide, roll, and jump – he uses incredibly skillful movement to evade deadly attacks time and time again.

"Take it, take it! Don't be shy!"

Liu Bo slid down to a male student from Wangchuan Martial Arts University whose intestines were almost spilling out, and shoved a scroll into his hand.

"Just tear it! Tearing it will save your life!"

The boy, looking completely bewildered, held the scroll with the cartoon bus drawn on it. Before he could react, Liu Bo had already darted off to the next person.

"Hey miss, catch this!"

Liu Bo slammed a scroll around like a dart, hitting another female student from Haichuan Martial Arts University squarely in the chest.

"Hurry up and tear it! Then go take a bath!"

Rong Jing was equally swift, whipping her long whip to create a defensive circle, and with her left hand, she hurled scrolls at the students who had already closed their eyes and awaited death, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

"Don't wait to die! Tear the scroll!"

Amidst the continuous "sizzling" sounds.

A series of dark blue beams of light shot into the sky from the Stone Forest battlefield.

Those students from various schools who were seriously injured and on the verge of death, covered in blood, were enveloped by the laws of space the moment the scroll was torn apart, and disappeared into thin air.

The Thorn Feather Clan missed their target; their sharp bone spikes pierced the rock, and when they were pulled out, they were accompanied by a roar of impotent rage.

As Liu Bo frantically weaved through a hail of bullets, he complained loudly in his hoarse voice.

"Oh my goodness! This is a high-risk operation!"

He dodged the combined attack of two thorny-feathered tribesmen with a side somersault, and scrambled behind a boulder, panting heavily.

"I don't care! My travel expenses for this trip need to be reimbursed!!"

"And this money for risking my life! I'm going to get this payment from the Lord of the Manor when I get back!"

Not far away, behind the boulder.

Captain Fan Rui of the Wuyue Martial Arts Team was kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.

His moon-white outfit was now mostly stained with blood, his left shoulder was pierced by a bone spur, and his right hand, which was holding a sword, was trembling slightly.

The members of Wuyue Martial Arts University were in no better shape. They were all injured and were being held back by several Thornfeather Clan members in a corner of the boulder, with nowhere to retreat.

"Brother, we... can't hold on any longer..."

Fan Yue's face was pale, and only half of the short sword in her hand remained.

Fan Rui gritted his teeth, preparing to burn the last of his Yuan energy in his Qi Sea in a desperate fight.

"Clatter".

Something fell from the sky and landed squarely on his thigh.

"What is it?"

Fan Rui was taken aback and looked down.

It was a scroll that felt like parchment.

The texture is rough, and the edges are somewhat worn.

The most outrageous thing is that there is a square cartoon bus picture in the very center of the scroll.

The bus even had two smiling eyes painted on it.

What is this?

Why does this thing look so familiar?

"Tear it apart! Get out of here!"

A familiar voice rang out from above.

Fan Rui suddenly raised his head.

Above the boulder, a young man was holding a standard-issue longsword upside down, looking down at him.

The young man's hair was disheveled by the wind, and although his clothes were somewhat worn, he was full of energy, with a rosy complexion and shining eyes.

"Liu...Liu Bo?!"

Fan Rui recognized the person's face, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

His mouth was open, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

This person—

How come you're so lively and energetic?

Not only is it lively and energetic, but even its breathing is more solid than before!

What the hell is going on?!

He clearly remembered that less than two hours ago, this guy named Liu Bo had half of his body cut open by the bone spikes of the Double-Blade Demon Clan, and his intestines almost spilled out!

With injuries like that, let alone in this core area filled with malevolent energy, even if they were immediately sent back to the top medical facility in the human race's rear, they would have to lie in bed for more than half a year before they could get out of bed!

But now?

How long has it been?

It's been two hours?

This thing was standing right in front of me, completely unharmed, and even the bloodstains on its clothes were gone!

Did you eat an elixir of immortality?!

Or is this thing not human at all, but some kind of monster with infinite regenerative abilities in disguise?!

"hiss--!"

Just as Fan Rui was watching the exporter dart around, throwing out reels one after another, a shrill screech came from above.

Three Thornfeather Clan members spotted the Mist Moon Squad hiding behind the boulder. They folded their wings, and with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, they swooped down straight for Fan Rui and the others!

The stark white bone spurs magnified infinitely in their pupils, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped everyone.

There was no time to think!

He grabbed the parchment scroll from his leg, held it by both ends with his hands, and pulled it outwards with a sharp tug!

"Sizzle!"

The reel broke.

Almost a fraction of a second before the bone spur was about to pierce his throat, an extremely soft, pale blue light burst forth from the shattered scroll, instantly enveloping his entire body.

"Whoosh!"

Space distortion.

The bone spike pierced through the afterimage left by the blue light and embedded itself hard in the boulder, sending fragments of rock flying.

Fan Rui, however, has completely disappeared from the battlefield.