Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 289: 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.

of the Big Dipper Seven Stars Demon Locking Grand Formation now looked as

light curtain was

countless pairs of crimson eyes lit up like will-o'-the-wisps, densely packed, blotting out the

of venomous liquid rained down on the light curtain

Want

hand slammed down on the back of Su Ming's head, forcing

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, 'Thunder Roarers'! Stare at it too

buzzing in his mind. If Lin Yu hadn't immediately used his soul power to protect Su Ming's Consciousness Sea, that single glance might

"Thanks, Brother Zhao."

charged up

the "Celestial Pivot Position" formation base,

before his eyes was even more shocking than the view from

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

colossal

C-Six overloaded! Cool

pressure at D-Nine unstable!

where are the backup spirit stones? Fill them

rose one after

at Node A-Three. His task was simple, and deadly—to ensure this node didn't blow

"VVRRMM—"

before him suddenly shook violently. The originally deep blue runes instantly turned crimson red, and a wave of scorching hot air blasted towards

limit by thirty percent!" Lin Yu reported rapidly within the Consciousness Sea. "It took a heavy blow head-on. The returning spiritual energy can't be

gaze sharpened, his hands instantly forming a

cold directly on a metal formation plate this hot would

"Like Water Art, Guide!"

shouted low, and ten threads of water spiritual energy, fine

spiritual energy wasn't icy cold, but carried a strange suppleness and warmth. They moved like living tendrils,

resisting them, but rapidly carrying away the heat, transforming it

"Sizzle—"

up, instantly swallowing