Everyone Survives In The Fog

"This is...Qi Yuan?"

Dozens of figures stopped in place, looking at the figures in the sky in shock.

"I didn't expect that he would become so much stronger after just a few days of not seeing each other."

"Have perfect level survivors reached this level? They are almost out of the human category!"

"..."

Under everyone's gaze, in the primeval forest below, a person once again rushed out and stood on a tall branch.

An old voice sounded, like the neighing of a crow, revealing a cruel and bloody aura: "Boy, you asked for this. If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined, so don't blame the old man for being rude!"

Qi Yuan showed no sign of weakness, and there was a golden light in his eyes, shining through the mask made of bones, like sparks in the night sky.

The dragon-scaled ghost python battle armor on his body showed a rare level of coercion when pushed with all his strength. A faint shadow of the coiled-horned python was faintly surrounding him.

Cold words rang in the air: "A group of rats in a stinking ditch, wishing to live another life! Wishful thinking!"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Yuan suddenly descended and rushed directly towards the old man at an unparalleled speed.

The energy from both sides exploded, and the frost aura spread out in the air like an icy blue firework, but the terrifying momentum made everyone take a few steps back.

It was like a meteorite hitting the earth. After the impact, the surrounding trees were completely turned into powder and dissipated in the air, forming a large amount of dust that enveloped the center of the battle.

Daniel came from a distance. When he saw this scene, he immediately asked anxiously: "Lord Qi is fighting? How is the situation?"

Eileen, standing next to him, stared into the distance silently with cold eyes, without any thought of replying.

Seeing this situation, Daniel was not embarrassed and looked at Heather on the other side.

Heather's expression was gentler, but still very serious, and replied: "I don't know, fighting at this level is beyond my scope of knowledge."

Barr Qi was very confused: "What happened? How did it evolve into this?"

Everyone looked at him in confusion and did not answer this question.

And somewhere in a corner, Tim walked up to Zhang Zhongyue and said to himself: "Qi Yuan is not an impulsive person! Nor is he like a passionate young man. How could he have such a meaningless fight?"

Zhang Zhongyue glanced at him and replied feebly: "Who told you? He is an ambitious young man who sacrificed his life for the great cause of his family and country. He is a role model for our generation."

Tim's eyes widened in disbelief: "You mean him?"

"Is there a problem?"

"If he is an ambitious young man, can he rob my aunt? He will even take his daughter too."

Zhang Zhongyue turned around in surprise and whispered, "Really or not? Don't fool me! This guy has a girlfriend!"

Tim sighed and shook his head: "I, Tim, never lie!"

"What a good boy, you really have the demeanor to claim the title of king and emperor!"

Tim: "???"

Tim was too lazy to argue and asked seriously: "Real beating or fake beating?!"

"It's not clear, who can tell?" As he spoke, Zhang Zhongyue fiddled with the "Mist Survival Manual", pointed it at the center of the battle, and recorded all the scenes.

Then he said slowly: "Whether it's true or false, we don't have the final say."

After hearing this answer, Tim nodded thoughtfully. Although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't know where to start.

When the smoke dissipated, the old man stood bent on the ground, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was a little pale.

Qi Yuan also retreated dozens of meters, his face covered by armor showing no emotion.

After a long time, the old man gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, you are indeed very strong. But after all, we come from an ancient era. Can you block me alone, and can you block everyone behind me?"

Qi Yuan snorted coldly and said: "This is our era after all, and everything that is old and decayed should be cleaned away!

The arrogant voice echoed in the air and reached everyone's ears, as if they had a loudspeaker, clearly audible!

"I hope you can always have this confidence! I also hope that the super gathering place can also have your confidence."

"Hahaha, the survivors of our human race are all like dragons and phoenixes among men. Why should we be afraid of mere little people?"

"Huh, just wait!"

Without any hesitation, the old man turned around and walked north, quickly disappearing into the primeval forest.

"The battle...is over?!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the perfect battle frightened everyone.

Although they always felt that something was wrong with this battle, they couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

Qi Yuan slowly stepped back. Against the background of the rare-level armor, his figure was extremely tall and straight, with a unique beauty that blended ancient warriors with modern machinery.

Qi Yuan glanced around the crowd and said calmly: "Everyone is here!"

Among the crowd, Campos nodded and said in a cold voice: "Tell me what happened. Why did the fight begin?"

Qi Yuan and Zhang Zhongyue looked at each other and didn't hide much.

He briefly explained what happened in the ancient village, and introduced the identity of the old man and the content of this conversation.

"What? He is the last batch of survivors? Lived for thousands of years?" Daniel almost exclaimed.

Everyone else has similar expressions.

Anyone who hears this kind of news will be stunned for a few seconds.

Tim said in disbelief: "How can even a perfect survivor live for thousands of years?"

Qi Yuan shook his head and said: "I don't know. The lifespan of a perfect survivor is already long. If we use some special means, it is indeed possible."

"So, the purpose of his visit this time is to visit the super gathering place and level five shelter?"

Just as Qi Yuan was about to nod, he was interrupted by Campos's voice: "Qi Yuan, you'd better be honest. Even a fool could see that there was something wrong with the second grade speech you just made."

Qi Yuan's head was filled with dark thoughts and he was speechless.

He spread his hands and explained innocently: "I never meant to lie. Can't you trust my character?"

Heather smiled and said calmly: "We believe you, so you should also tell us carefully. What did the old man talk to you? How did it get to this point?"

Qi Yuan glanced at the young woman and slapped his mouth: "Sister, you..."

"Ahem!"

Zhang Zhongyue raised the "Mist Survival Manual" in his hand, which showed someone's private chat and was about to make a call.

Qi Yuan swallowed, took back what he wanted to say, and said seriously: "Actually, we got a lot of useful information from this conversation."

"Tell me more about it."

Qi Yuan looked at the crowd, then looked around the surrounding environment, and found that the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the light was also very dim.

So, he waved his hand first, releasing the thorns and vines to form a huge semicircular shelter, and then hung up the luminous bulbs.

"Let's sit down and talk."