Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 223 - 143: A Thousand-Mile Escape, Finally Returning to Nanjiang

Chapter 223: Chapter 143: A Thousand-Mile Escape, Finally Returning to Nanjiang

Two days and nights.

A thousand kilometers on a roundabout route through the wilderness.

The three never rested for a moment, their eyes bloodshot and weary, constantly rushing with the unconscious Li Tong and Zhao Jushan.

The flying car’s energy was nearly depleted, however.

"We’re close."

Lin Xiaoyun gripped the steering wheel tightly, plunging into the forest, all dust and noise quietly masked by the greenery.

"This is Luo River City."

"Another hundred kilometers and we’ll reach Nanjiang Suburb."

Exhausted, her voice could hardly contain its excitement as Lin Xiaoyun glanced at the rearview mirror, spotting Chen Feng with a bit of stubble.

She was well aware that their ability to escape this far was all thanks to him.

He was able to sense the enemy’s location just before key moments, allowing them to detour in time to avoid them.

During subsequent encounters with the enemy, it was also he who led Zhao Tingxiao in a swift decapitation strike before swiftly departing.

"Turn left."

Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his voice hoarser than before.

Upon a closer look, his eyes were much dimmer, having lost much of their usual brilliance.

His coat-clad body bore numerous bloodstains, and the black trousers on his lower body were the same, looking even more profound after drying.

That was the nourishment splattered from others, constantly blooming on his body.

Outside of his Perception, the progress in his three other Talents had risen, but he had no time to look into them thoroughly.

Whoosh!!

The flying car sped on, Lin Xiaoyun obeyed and turned left, maneuvering through the forest.

The blockers in the Perception did not notice them, and the distance between the two parties grew.

The pursuit by the Flying Dragon Group had been relentless, but gradually, Chen Feng felt a bit puzzled.

There seemed to be fewer pursuers.

He wasn’t sure if the opponent was running out of manpower and gradually giving up, or if there were other ambushes.

With his mental energy nearly depleted, he had little strength left to think about the crucial points.

For a moment, the car was silent.

Zhao Tingxiao, also bloodstained, stared wide-eyed at the road ahead, slapping himself repeatedly in the face to prevent falling asleep.

Lin Xiaoyun, fighting off her exhaustion, continued pressing the accelerator.

Slowly, the forest path met a brief end, shortening the distance by another fifty kilometers.

Nanjiang Suburb was getting nearer, and the three of them all felt an indescript surge of emotion, as if they were about to return home.

Whoosh!!!

However, at that instant.

A missile streaked through the air, Chen Feng’s expression changed slightly, giving a warning. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Boom!!!

The ground concaved, and stones flew about.

The trees at the end of the forest were all charred and shattered, toppling over.

The flying car, barely evading the direct hit from the missile, was struck by the aftermath, its frame twisting and deforming as it rolled several times on the ground, smashing through tree roots and foliage.

Whoosh!!!

A grey cylindrical aircraft appeared mid-air, followed closely by four or five flying cars.

Mechanical Warriors stood on personal flyers mid-air, holding silver briefcases and vigilantly overlooking the ground.

Gun barrels turned, and someone excitedly spoke.

"These guys are really stupid, to actually let us ambush them successfully."

"It’s mainly because Captain Xu deployed us well, having us come and lie in wait outside Nanjiang...."

Excited voices continually emerged, the hovering Mechanical Warriors did not stop them.

Running for their lives, and moreover with significant consumption.

It could be said that the opponent was caught in a trap.

As the captain of this pursuit squad, his merits were great, and his future boundless.

Click!

Eventually, the dust on the ground cleared.

The warped and deformed flying car door was kicked open.

Glass shards scattered everywhere, and the sound of light coughing rose.

Two men and a woman, though dusty, were not severely injured.

The old and strong men in a coma were carried on shoulders, the Mechanical Warriors slightly narrowed their eyes, looking toward the burly young man in the center.

He raised his hand, gesturing.

Without a word, he directly ordered his men to fire a missile, intending to end their lives completely.

Click-clack!

As the loading sound rang out, Lin Xiaoyun couldn’t help but close her eyes in despair, while Zhao Tingxiao stared intently at the face of the Mechanical Warrior.

Yet, somewhat remarkably, Chen Feng, who was also targeted, revealed a slight smile of relief.

Whoosh!!!

The missile tore through the air, unexpectedly hitting the unprotected aircraft mid-air.

The explosion boomed, flames surged to the sky.

The Mechanical Warriors in the air scrambled to avoid, several pieces of wreckage plummeting straight down.

"Who is it!!"

With furious shouts, everyone looked.

The rustling of footsteps sounded.

A group of figures in black combat uniforms appeared, with gunmen who had injected Strengthening Agents, as well as suit-clad men wielding rocket launchers who were mechanically modified.

Moreover, several other figures emerged.

Throwing aside their broad black suits, two burly, tall Silver Steel Grade Transformed People coldly stared at the Mechanical Warriors in the air.

A casual-dressed young man emerged from the middle, gradually walking to Chen Feng’s side.

"Rare to see you in such a sorry state."

The teasing voice, a familiar face.

Chen Feng smiled, feeling the tension in his nerves throughout the journey finally relaxing, fatigue surging through every limb.

"Leave it to me."

Their eyes met for a moment, complexities flashing through.

Lin Hao looked up at the Mechanical Warrior and the flying cars, his expression gradually calming.

"Not one left."

Bang!!!

The explosion soared to the sky, a Silver Steel Combustion.

Zhao Tingxiao looked around in astonishment, suddenly feeling a heaviness in his body, turning to look.

His reassuring senior brother had unknowingly fallen asleep.

No matter how intense the action here, he just relied on himself, his eyebrows relaxed, eyes closed, breathing even.

For a moment, relief and guilt rose.

Zhao Tingxiao and Lin Xiaoyun exchanged glances, both understanding.

They had made it back alive.

....

Two days later.

At the courtyard of the Flame Tiger Sect.

One by one, True Disciples appeared, some with broken arms in casts, others with bandages around their heads.