Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

Lin Ziyu, due to excessive use of his spiritual energy, had reached the point of exhaustion. With a dull thud, his body, which had been suspended in the air, plummeted down like a kite with a broken string. In a flash, Long Yan, who had been closely watching the battle from below, rushed forward and caught Lin Ziyu steadily. Looking at his friend, whose face was pale and his breath was weak in his arms, Long Yan's heart was filled with worry and concern. He frowned and asked anxiously, "Ziyu, how are you?"

Lin Ziyu barely opened his eyes and replied weakly, "I'm fine... I've just depleted a lot of my soul and spiritual energy. I'll recover after a bit of rest." Hearing this, Long Yan breathed a sigh of relief and carried him back to his temporary resting place. But the situation remained critical, and he couldn't afford even the slightest delay. Although he still felt uneasy about Lin Ziyu, he instructed the weapon spirit, Lin Xin, to take good care of him. Then, he turned around and resolutely plunged back into the fierce battle.

"Master Long, I will definitely take good care of you." The spirit Lin Xin promised.

The fierce battle against the surging beast tides from the Death Forest and the terrifying Soul-Devouring Demonic Insects lasted from daylight until nightfall. This brutal and protracted fight seemed endless, and only when the ferocious Soul-Devouring Demonic Insects and the surging beasts gradually retreated back into the mysterious and profound Death Forest did this thrilling battle come to an end.

After a day of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the three tribes suffered extremely heavy casualties. Some fell in pools of blood, never to wake up again; some were seriously wounded and groaned in pain; and some, although lucky enough to survive, were exhausted both physically and mentally, their eyes revealing deep fear and despair.

As the smoke from the battlefield gradually cleared and everything finally settled down, Long Yan, his face weary and blood-soaked, dragged himself slowly toward his usual resting place. Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly sensed a strange spiritual presence, a faint, almost elusive aura that seemed to conceal some danger or secret.

Thinking of his good friend Lin Ziyu, who was resting there, Long Yan's heart instantly jumped into his throat. Without giving it any time to think, he rushed into the room to check on the situation. However, what he saw was an empty scene—Lin Ziyu, who was supposed to be recuperating in bed, was nowhere to be seen!

Long Yan was extremely anxious, with veins bulging on his forehead. He widened his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zi Yu, Zi Yu, where are you? Answer me quickly!" His voice was particularly loud in the silent night, echoing all around, but he never received any response.

Long Si, Long Yi, Mo Long and others came over to ask.

“Your Majesty…” “Your Majesty…” “Your Majesty…” “Boss…”

"Has any of you seen Ziyu?"

Long Qi said, "Pharmacist Lin, he went out, and Long Wu followed him."

Long Yan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and asked in a deep voice, "Where did they go?"

Long Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart. He held his chest with his hand and frowned. Countless fragments flashed before his eyes, and he murmured, "Zi Yu..."

As Long Yan watched Lin Ziyu sitting on the bed, channeling his spiritual energy, the ground began to tremble slightly. A gigantic insect, emitting a mysterious purple light, slowly emerged from the ground like a ghost. The insect was nearly a man's height, its shell gleaming with a terrifying light.

It opened its mouth and spit out a strong purple light, which quickly wrapped around the unsuspecting Lin Ziyu and trapped him in a purple light shield. Before Lin Ziyu could even let out a scream, he was dragged by the purple insect and rushed deep into the ground.

As they got further and further away from the ground, the surroundings gradually fell into darkness. The large purple bug continued to drag Lin Ziyu slowly, as if it was taking him to some unknown place...

"Death Forest... Master Long... We are in the depths of the Death Forest..." The intermittent voice of the weapon spirit Lin Xin appeared in Long Yan's consciousness.

Hearing this, Long Yan felt a panic in his heart. He activated his spiritual energy and disappeared from the sight of Long Si, Mo Long and others. He rushed to the depths of the Death Forest according to the guidance of the contract between him and Lin Ziyu.

"Your Majesty..." Long Si and the others immediately chased after him...

"Boss..." The magic dragon flew into the air and chased in the direction of Longyan.

Deep within the Death Forest, two enormous purple insects, as tall as humans, stood. These two insects were no ordinary creatures; they were none other than the Soul Devouring Demonic Insect King and the Soul Devouring Demonic Insect King.

The two hideous demon insects were seen slowly circling around Lin Ziyu, circle after circle, as if they were scrutinizing the seemingly ordinary human being before them.

Finally, the Soul-Devouring Demon Insect King stopped its constantly moving steps and asked the Soul-Devouring Demon Insect King beside it in a questioning tone: "Soul-Devouring, are you really sure that this guy is the legendary Soul-Devouring Purple Flame? No matter how I look at him, he doesn't look like it..." After saying that, its eyes emitting strange light stared at Lin Ziyu, as if it wanted to find some clues from him that could prove his identity.

"Yes, he has the aura of Soul-Devouring Purple Flame." The Soul-Devouring Demon Insect King said in a firm tone.

The Soul Devouring Demonic Insect King's hideous, twisted face revealed a wild, exhilarated laugh, as if it had already envisioned the glorious scene of completely devouring Lin Ziyu. It opened its bloody maw, carrying a chilling aura, and lunged straight at Lin Ziyu, seemingly intent on devouring him whole. However, at this critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly illuminated, like an indestructible shield, firmly blocking Lin Ziyu's attack and instantly deflecting the Soul Devouring Demonic Insect King's attack.

Meanwhile, the anxious weapon spirit Lin Xin was beside him, calling out in a frantic voice, "Master, Master... wake up! Wake up!" Her clear, melodious voice seemed especially abrupt and urgent in the tense atmosphere. Meanwhile, Lin Ziyu's consciousness had already been dragged into a completely unfamiliar world by the Soul-Devouring Purple Flame.

Looking out, I saw a vast, boundless, and strange space. In its center, a towering tree, soaring into the clouds, stood proudly. Its immensely thick trunk reached the heavens like a pillar, while its lush branches and leaves obscured the sky like a vast canopy. Even more striking, beneath the tree, countless purple vines stretched their lithe bodies freely, like nimble pythons dancing in the air, emitting an unfathomable aura.