Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 326: Gathering the Last Flames

The indigo-blue light pillar pierced straight into the night sky, like a wedge nailed between heaven and earth, forcibly propping open this chaotic darkness.

Above the Bing-7 ruins, the originally violently raging spiritual energy flow field, because of the appearance of this light pillar, underwent a strange distortion.

Within three zhang around the light pillar, the air was as viscous as glue, countless tiny electric arcs danced and crackled on the ground.

Several isolated Dark Gold Hunter Insects cautiously approached. Their sensitive antennae had just probed into the light pillar's radiation range before jerking back as if electrocuted, their mouthparts emitting agitated hisses. It wasn't because the light pillar possessed any particularly powerful killing force, but because the extremely chaotic, constantly collapsing and reforming spiritual energy turbulent flow inside the pillar instilled a primal fear in these insects that relied on sensing spiritual energy fluctuations.

Su Ming stood directly beneath the light pillar.

His face was as pale as paper, a sign of weakness after the depletion of his vital essence and blood.

He didn't look at those red eyes lurking and peering from the darkness. Instead, he crouched down, using his finger as a brush, dipped in the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and quickly sketched on the rubble-strewn ground around the light pillar.

His fingertip scraped across the rough ground, skin and flesh torn, yet he remained completely oblivious.

"Micro-Dust Confusing Trail Array".

This was a basic illusion formation, but in Su Ming's hands, those simple lines were given extremely tricky angles. He used the overloaded spiritual pressure radiating from the light pillar itself as an energy source, weaving these lines into a constantly changing maze."Disciple, this light is too bright."

Within the Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu's voice was unusually devoid of its usual teasing, instead carrying a trace of gravity. "We're like holding a torch in a pitch-black forest. What comes might not be rescuers, but more likely hungry wolves."

"That's still better than freezing to death in the darkness."

Su Ming didn't look up, his fingertip drawing the final stroke.

*Hum.*

The ground trembled slightly. A faint layer of gray mist rose around the light pillar, slightly obscuring that piercing indigo-blue glow, making it hazy and elusive.

The moment the formation was completed, from the shadows of the ruins to the east, came the sound of hurried and disorderly footsteps.

was the sound of boot soles crushing tiles and rubble, accompanied by heavy panting and suppressed

body was weak, muscle memory instantly adjusted

One, two, three.

wretched figures stumbled and staggered out from the

were wounded, their magical robes tattered, and some even had missing arms, hastily bandaged with strips of cloth to stop the bleeding. Their

amidst the gray mist, and the figure beneath it, though covered in blood, still

that instant, their willpower, on the verge of collapse, seemed to

the light pillar, instinctively seeking the shelter of the light like moths

gaze over them and pointed to

you don't want to die, go move stones, surround this circle of

voice was hoarse, yet

they immediately got to work. At this desperate moment, even a cold command

gasping for breath, heard this, paused, then without a word, struggled to crawl

pull stones over one by one, piling them at the edge of the formation lines. His movements were slow but exceptionally

sixteen, who had been hugging his head and shivering curled up in a

to drink a cup of tea

from the east suddenly became

one-sided slaughter, this commotion was the hard clash

"Get lost!!"

tore through the

curled blade whistled through the air, drawing a mournful arc, and

splattered

through the obstructing broken walls and ruins, covered in

Zhao Tiji.

Bing-7 camp was now unrecognizable from his original

armor on his body had long since vanished, leaving only

iron heavy shield he valued as his life was also gone, replaced by a deep, bone-visible claw wound on his left

followed over twenty veteran