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.

Grand Formation now looked as if it were being pressed inward by an

light curtain was

countless pairs of crimson eyes lit up like will-o'-the-wisps,

of lightning thick as water vats, fireballs, and streams of venomous liquid

Want to

of

clamp half a man's height, roaring, "That's concentrated fire from third-order demon beasts, 'Thunder Roarers'! Stare

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

"Thanks, Brother Zhao."

put force into his feet, and charged up onto

base, and the battlefield for Technical

was even more shocking than the

energy pipes

colossal machine was

overloaded!

pressure at D-Nine unstable!

the backup spirit stones? Fill them in,

one after

to the auxiliary formation plate at Node A-Three. His task was simple, and deadly—to ensure this node

"VVRRMM—"

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

the Consciousness Sea. "It took a heavy blow head-on. The returning spiritual

gaze sharpened, his hands instantly

conventional "Freezing Spell" or simply splash cold water. Using cold directly on a metal formation plate this hot would only cause the embrittled Star Pattern Steel to shatter

"Like Water Art, Guide!"

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

strange suppleness and warmth. They moved like living tendrils, winding and seeping along the crimson rune patterns on the formation

scalding formation lines, not resisting them, but rapidly carrying away the heat, transforming it into

"Sizzle—"

white mist billowed up, instantly swallowing