I'm not a drama god

A rumbling roar echoed from behind the crack.

Without the strong support of the turbid rhizomes, the gray cracks suspended in the air repaired themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye. The tiny rhizomes clinging to the surface also began to converge rapidly, shrinking back towards the bitter flesh turbid forest.

Until now, the shock in everyone's eyes has not subsided at all.

Sun Bumian's kick that pierced through the heavens and the earth just now was like a brand in everyone's mind, lingering...

It was the first time that Chen Ling saw Sun Bumian fighting in such an invincible manner. But since he clearly had the power to destroy the world single-handedly, why didn't he show any sign of it during the Nine Lords era?

No, if you carefully compare the Sun Bumian of the two eras, you will find that the Sun Bumian of the Jiujun era seems to be much less timid. He always says, "Misfortunes will not come to me, I will not bring disasters..." When Chen Ling first met him, Sun Bumian would calculate where there would be trouble and stay away from it. He was not fearless at all like he is in this era.

Sun Bumian in the air saw that the crack was about to heal and Zhuo Zai no longer had the ability to cross the boundary to attack. With a thought, the power of reincarnation gathered around him quickly dissipated...

His breath began to drop, and his face turned visibly pale.

For the first time, pain appeared in Sun Bumian's eyes. He forced himself to take a deep breath, then his figure staggered and disappeared in the air.

"We... survived?"

Fu Kun finally came back to his senses, his eyes showing joy of surviving the disaster.

The turbid disaster did not chase them, and the other disasters from the bitter flesh turbid forest did not catch up with them. They just approached the Mid-Mountain Hotel under the protection of the starlight. Both the common people and the escorting descendants felt relieved.

However, just when the crack was about to close completely, something strange happened again!

When everyone was relaxing because of the defeat of the turbid disaster, a slender root shot out from the crack that was about to heal like lightning, breaking through the sky in an instant and flying accurately towards a certain direction in the crowd!

It was so fast, like a resentful and furious avenger, that even the air was instantly blown up. By the time Chen Ling and Ying Fu reacted, the stem had already flown to the end of the queue behind them...

"Oh no!!" Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat.

at the same time,

Chu Changqing, who was being carried on Su Zhiwei's shoulders and slowly moving forward, suddenly felt a chill rising from the back of his head, and an unprecedented sense of life and death crisis surged into his heart! !

He didn't have time to think, as the innate intuition given to him by being half-tree man made him react subconsciously.

"Be careful!!"

Chu Changqing exerted force and pushed Su Zhiwei with his thick branch-like arms. Su Zhiwei, who was already exhausted, was pushed out and staggered, almost falling to the ground...

She was startled at first, then turned back with a frown.

The next moment, she saw the last root from the depths of the Bitter Flesh Forest, which wrapped around the fallen Chu Changqing like lightning, wrapping his body and rolling directly into the crack!

"Chu Changqing!!!" Su Zhiwei and Lu Xun shouted at the same time!

But the speed of the root was too fast and its power was too strong. Even Chu Changqing, who was carrying the half-tree man, did not slow down at all. It spanned several kilometers and was about to swallow up the Bitter Flesh Forest.

A figure wearing a bright red robe rushed out quickly!

Chen Ling pushed his speed to the limit, chasing the stem madly, with countless doubts flooding into his mind.

He didn't understand... Why did Zhuozai still want to attack Chu Changqing at this time? And judging from the situation, the other party wanted to capture Chu Changqing alive. What exactly did it want to do?

"Director Chen..."

Chu Changqing, who was wrapped in roots, looked at Chen Ling who was chasing him rapidly through the narrow gap. The desire to survive flowed in his eyes. He tried hard to raise his branch arm and reach out to Chen Ling.

Even if Chen Ling pushed his speed to the limit, he could only barely keep up with the speed of the roots retreating. He also raised his hand and tried hard to grab Chu Changqing's figure...

But the next moment,

The roots wrapped around Chu Changqing's figure and shrank directly back into the crack.

The crack healed quickly, and eventually disappeared completely. Chen Ling rushed past it, but in the end, he only grasped a piece of nothingness...

The bright red costume fluttered in the air, and Chen Ling stood still.

Chu Changqing, one of the Nine Lords...

Captured by the turbid disaster? ?

This was a situation Chen Ling had never anticipated. The situation, which had been improving thanks to Chen Ling's efforts, suddenly went downhill at this moment!

He thought he had saved many of the Nine Lords and established good relationships with them, but now everything has changed. Chu Changqing was captured by Zhuozai, and with his current state, he simply has no power to resist. Moreover, the intersection of the two worlds has not officially begun yet, so even if he wants to save people, he has no chance.

God knows what Chu Changqing will experience in the bitter flesh forest during this period of time? Will he live or die? ?

Although Chen Ling had guessed that everything in the Time Archive was likely a predetermined past, he had no evidence after all. If it was really because of his interference that Chu Changqing's fate was changed, or even led to the death of one of the Nine Lords, then he would truly become a sinner for all eternity.

"Chu Changqing..."

Chen Ling looked at the nothingness in front of him and muttered to himself.

……

Underground engineering.

Under the guidance of staff and military personnel, one figure after another quickly went deeper underground along the expanded stairs.

In just over ten minutes, Sun Zhongliang had mobilized all the movable lighting equipment in the base to illuminate the staircase, making it convenient for all survivors to enter the shelter from here; the medical staff on the side were even busier, constantly screening the seriously injured in the crowd, dragging them down for rescue one after another; the entry of batches of survivors made the entire underground project operate at overload.

Sun Zhongliang stood in the stone corridor, watching the survivors covered in blood or with dazed expressions being led into the underground project one after another, his eyes were extremely complicated...

"Only this?"

"What?" The staff next to him was stunned.

"So far...are these the only survivors?"

"...Yes, this is the only emergency entrance we have."

"How many people did you recruit in total?"

"So far, there are more than 24,000 in total." The staff member paused for a moment, "The casualties outside are quite heavy, and during the retreat, some of the wounded were too seriously injured or unable to move on their own, and they didn't make it here..."

So far, there are only more than 20,000 people...

This number was much less than Sun Zhongliang had expected. He could almost imagine that the outside world was like purgatory. What kind of disaster would cause such horrific casualties?

"...I want to go up and take a look." Sun Zhongliang suddenly said.