Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 409 Successful Escape

The five people who had besieged Lin Feng struggled to crawl out from the ground. They were all covered in dust and dirt, their clothes were tattered and bloodstained, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Chang Jihou's arm was severely injured and hung limply at his side. His eyes revealed a trace of pain and helplessness. Looking at his injured arm, his heart was filled with sadness.

Blood was hanging from the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth, and his eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and unwillingness. He looked at the ruins around him, his heart full of loss, as if he was upset about his failure;

There was a deep wound on Guan Jinsong's chest, blood kept gushing out, his face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and every breath was accompanied by piercing pain;

Duan Yin's hair was disheveled and her face was scratched. Her eyes were filled with fear and anger, as if she was resenting this sudden change and wondering why fate had to play such a trick on them.

Revolver's legs were shaking, and he seemed unable to stand steadily. There was a hint of despair in his eyes. He didn't know if he could leave here alive, and his heart was filled with confusion and fear about the future.

But they didn't give up on searching for Lin Feng. They knew that Lin Feng would not have survived the meteorite impact, and if they found his body, they would have the Star Blade. So, they endured the pain and began searching the surrounding area.

The sun gradually sank, its afterglow casting a golden hue over the ruins. The five men searched the area meticulously, leaving no corner untouched. Their eyes were filled with persistence and greed, as if they could already see the Star Blade beckoning them. Its light seemed to gleam in their minds, spurring them on.

However, they searched for a long time but found nothing. But they were still unwilling to give up and continued to expand the search area, determined to find the Star Blade.

Six days passed by in a flash, yet also like a long, agonizing agony. On the land once devastated by the meteorite impact, the smoke of war had long since dissipated, leaving only a vast, deep crater, like the earth's gaping maw, silently telling of the tragedy of the past. And Lin Feng, the young man who had stubbornly survived the storm's center, now stood alone in the vast, unbearably scorching desert of the northwest.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, pouring down its scorching rays relentlessly, seemingly igniting the entire world. In the desert, rolling sand dunes shone with a dazzling golden light under the blazing sun, and the scorching gravel seemed like tiny pieces of flint. A scorching wind howled through, whipping up a sea of ​​yellow sand, forming columns that danced wildly between heaven and earth, blurring the view in the distance and adding a touch of mystery and terror to this already desolate desert.

Lin Feng, his posture slightly fatigued but still standing tall as a pine tree, carried the mysterious and powerful Star Blade on his back. The blade was tightly wrapped in a thick, rough cloth, both to prevent the sharp blade from accidentally injuring him as he walked and to prevent the cold light reflected by the blade in the sunlight from revealing his whereabouts. A ragged piece of coarse cloth was casually draped over his head, soaked with sweat and then dried by the scorching sun, leaving a light layer of salt stains. The cloth barely shielded him from the scorching sun, but a few rays of sunlight still seeped through the cracks, mercilessly stinging his face.

His lips were chapped and cracked, the deep cracks like a dry riverbed, gleaming a glaring white, occasionally oozing a trace of blood, a sign of extreme dehydration. The long walk had made his steps heavy and slow, each step leaving a deep footprint in the soft yellow sand, which was then quickly buried by the wind, as if he had never been there.

Recalling that heart-wrenching meteor disaster, Lin Feng's heart was still filled with shock and relief. That day, the meteor, like a flaming meteor, trailed a long flame, crashing down upon the battlefield with devastating force. Instantly, a dazzling light shone, its intensity nearly blinding him. Immediately thereafter, a deafening explosion sounded like the death knell of the end of the world. The shockwave, like a raging tsunami, spread out with overwhelming force, razing everything in its path. In that crucial moment, the Star Blade, as if sensing its owner's danger, automatically erupted into a dazzling shield of light, tightly protecting Lin Feng. Despite this, the powerful impact left him severely injured, vomiting blood, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted. He collapsed on the scorched earth, unable to move.

"Ahem..." Lin Feng couldn't help but cough a few times, each cough causing a sharp pain in his chest. A trace of pain and fatigue flashed in his eyes. "Luckily, I have the Star Blade. Otherwise, I'd probably have died long ago." He secretly rejoiced, and at the same time, he was filled with awe and gratitude for this magical weapon.

Dust billowed, and silence returned to the earth. Lin Feng, enduring the excruciating pain, struggled to his feet. He knew this was no place to stay for long. Once the five masters recovered their strength, they would surely follow their trail. So, relying on the protection of the Star Blade and his unwavering willpower, he quietly departed as quickly as possible, taking advantage of the smoke and dust. He used all his skills, carefully erasing every trace of himself. Like a gust of wind, he vanished into the war-torn forest, leaving no trace behind.

Night fell, and inky darkness enveloped the entire desert. Lin Feng finally found a secluded valley, surrounded by jagged rocks, as if nature had purposefully provided a barrier for him. He leaned against the cliff face and slowly sat down, tightly gripping the Star Blade in his hand, as if it were his only support and comfort in this dark world. He closed his eyes and concentrated, mobilizing the remaining Qi within him, attempting to repair the damaged meridians and internal organs.

True Qi slowly circulated within his body, each movement accompanied by piercing pain, like countless tiny needles piercing through his meridians. Beads of sweat the size of beans covered Lin Feng's forehead. These beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the yellow sand beneath his feet, instantly absorbing them and leaving only small wet marks. He clenched his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and mentally encouraged himself: "I must hold on. I can't fall."

After a night of rest and recuperation, Lin Feng's injuries had slightly improved. He dared not slack off, and in the darkness before dawn, he once again embarked on his journey. He knew he had to get away from that troubled place as quickly as possible, the farther the better. In this vast desert, he was a lone prey, and the five masters were the relentless hunters. Any negligence could lead to his unrecoverable destruction.