Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 279: Night Raid

At the third quarter of the Zi hour, a piercing, mournful horn blast tore through the Iron Wall Pass's night sky without any warning.

The sound didn't seem to come from an ox horn or conch shell, but rather like the simultaneous shrieks of countless wronged souls, carrying a soul-shaking, penetrating force. It instantly pierced through the thick stone walls of the hut, stabbing straight into the eardrums.

Su Ming was just holding the jade slip containing the "Eight Gates Lost Trace Incomplete Formation." His fingers trembled violently, nearly dropping the slip.

Almost at the same instant, the "Earth Hearing" talisman he had buried under the stone slab began to vibrate frantically. What it transmitted back was no longer a rhythmic pulsation, but a chaotic, disorderly roar, like a boiling pot of porridge.

"They're here."

Within his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu's voice was unusually devoid of its usual laziness, instead carrying a cold, metallic hardness. "Don't just stand there. Put on your armor, grab your pack, get out. Move fast, look cool doing it—and most importantly, don't take the main roads."

Su Ming didn't hesitate in the slightest.

He stowed the jade slip into his storage pouch, reached back to grab the standard-issue leather armor hanging on the wall and pulled it on, then tied the cloth pouch filled with repair tools and "Bumper Harvest No. 1" around his waist. The entire process was smooth and fluid, clearly rehearsed countless times in his mind.

Pushing open the heavy stone door of the hut, a gale of wind mixed with the smells of sulfur, scorched material, and blood assaulted his face.

The originally pitch-black camp was now illuminated as bright as day by countless torches and illumination spells. Shadows of figures flickered everywhere. Shouts, the clashing of weapons and armor merged into a cacophony, yet it didn't seem panicked. Instead, it exuded a suffocating sense of order."Formation Maintenance Battalion, Third Squad! Celestial Pivot Position flank, Node A-Three! Move! Move! Move!"

Zhao Tiji's booming voice exploded through the wind, even drowning out the distant thunder.

Su Ming blended into the ranks, keeping his head down and hurrying along. He didn't look around like the new recruits, but instead kept his eyes fixed on the path underfoot, avoiding the spiritual energy transmission pipes that were glowing as they charged up.

Stepping on one of those now could result in anything from having a leg broken by the spiritual pressure to being flung away as an obstacle disrupting the spiritual energy flow.

"BOOM—"

A thunderous roar echoed from overhead.

Su Ming instinctively looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

the Big Dipper Seven Stars Demon Locking Grand Formation now looked as if it were being pressed inward

light curtain was boundless

of crimson eyes lit up like

water vats, fireballs, and streams of venomous liquid rained down on the light curtain like a downpour,

Want to go

of Su Ming's head, forcing it down.

old veteran was taut with tension, his scar engorged and purple-red. He held a giant formation clamp half a man's height, roaring, "That's concentrated fire from third-order demon beasts,

used his soul power to protect Su Ming's Consciousness Sea, that single glance might

"Thanks, Brother Zhao."

into his feet, and charged

location of the "Celestial Pivot Position" formation base, and the battlefield for Technical Assistant Repair

eyes was even more shocking than the view

spiritual energy pipes converged here, transforming the immense spiritual energy drawn from the earth

now, this colossal

overloaded!

at D-Nine unstable! Reinforce with

it, where are the backup spirit stones?

rose one

at Node A-Three. His task was simple, and deadly—to

"VVRRMM—"

him suddenly shook violently. The originally deep blue runes instantly turned crimson red, and

heavy blow head-on. The returning spiritual energy can't be channeled away in time, it's blocked here. If we don't cool

Ming's gaze sharpened, his hands

Using cold directly on a metal

"Like Water Art, Guide!"

and ten threads of water spiritual

a strange suppleness and warmth. They moved like living tendrils, winding and seeping

enveloped the scalding formation lines, not resisting them, but rapidly carrying away the heat,

"Sizzle—"

up, instantly