Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 306 - 190: Thunderstorm Cloud Sea, Crushing Brutality!

Chapter 306: Chapter 190: Thunderstorm Cloud Sea, Crushing Brutality!

Thunderstorm Cloud Sea!

We’ve arrived!

A few kilometers away ahead, the sky’s appearance was completely different from what lay behind us.

Heavy lead-gray clouds were torn apart, replaced completely!

An endless, surging, bizarrely deep purple "cloud sea" filled the entire view!

This cloud sea seemed to writhe and roar like a living creature!

Numerous thick, twisted pale white lightning bolts, like dancing giant pythons, wildly spawned, spread, and exploded within the cloud layers and on their surface!

The relentless, deafening thunder was no longer a single blast but a continuous, terrifying rumble that felt like it could crush the heavens and earth!

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Below the purple cloud sea, the earth showed a scorched black color from repeated burning and striking, full of enormous craters and cracks flowing with dark red magma.

The air was filled with a choking ozone smell and rampaging electrical charges!

Standing on the ridge, the five people’s exposed skin had hairs standing on end, their hair slightly lifted.

Every breath felt like tiny currents stimulating their airways.

A manifest feeling of insignificance and heart palpitations before the vast heavenly might instantaneously gripped everyone’s hearts!

"My God..."

Chu Kuanglan opened his mouth, looking at the destructive purple thunder sea, his voice trembling, "This...this is where we’re going? How...how does one survive here?"

Lu Jiuyuan tightened his grip on the sword handle.

His knuckles turned white, his eyes filled with shock and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

Wei Banmeng’s cold face was also full of seriousness, she took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the agitation in her heart.

At that moment, Fang Qingyu’s icy voice arose, like a tempered edge, cutting through the suffocating rumble:

"Before we go in, let’s deal with the flies."

His voice wasn’t loud but clearly reached everyone’s ears.

Wei Banmeng and the other three’s gaze sharpened instantly, detaching from the shock of the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea, their eyes becoming as keen as eagles.

Jiang Wei’s small hand clutched Fang Qingyu’s clothes tightly.

On the way here, Fang Qingyu had already locked onto those several figures lurking behind, like bone-clinging maggots, using Crisis Perception, and had subtly reminded his companions of their position and distance several times.

But the other side remained still, and since the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea was the primary target, the team temporarily ignored them, allowing them to follow.

However, now, before entering the true danger, those poisonous snakes hidden in the dark must be eradicated.

Wei Banmeng silently nodded, Chu Kuanglan’s mouth cracked into a ferocious grin, Lu Jiuyuan’s hand holding the sword steadied, the killing intent restrained.

"Position."

Fang Qingyu’s voice arose again, icy and precise.

"Three behind the right rear ridge stone pile. Two behind the left front weathered rock pillar."

"Move!"

At the moment Fang Qingyu’s words fell, five figures scattered like arrows shot from a powerful bow.

No hesitation, no dragging at all!

As if rehearsed thousands of times!

Wei Banmeng’s silhouette transformed into a cold stream of light, so fast it left afterimages in the rain, targeting the severely weathered large rock pillar straight ahead!

Behind the pillar, two modified martial artists were greedily watching the five people’s backs, their faces caught in a grin of arrogance that hadn’t even solidified, their pupils suddenly reflected the extreme cold light!

"What...?!"

Slash! Slash!

Two soft sounds, nearly drowned by the thunder.

Wei Banmeng’s figure slid ghost-like past one side of the pillar, two thin-as-a-cicada-wing short knives appearing in her hand out of nowhere.

The blade light flashed and vanished.

The two modified martial artists merely felt a coolness in their throats, followed by hot liquid gushing forth.

Instinctively, they clutched their necks, their eyes filled with incredible horror and despair, their bodies limp, collapsing, the blood quickly stained the charred rocks.

Meanwhile.

Chu Kuanglan charged like a human-shaped dinosaur, with raging momentum, crashing toward the stone pile on the right ridge!

"Get the hell out of here!" A thunder-like roar erupted!

Behind the stone pile, three modified martial artists ready to ambush looked aghast.

One reacted quickly, swinging an arm armor embedded with ferocious bone spikes, it whooshed towards Chu Kuanglan.

"Courting death!"

Chu Kuanglan grinned grimly, neither dodging nor avoiding, his fan-shaped large hand covered in dense Qi Blood radiance, smashing down on the incoming spike-embedded arm armor like a massive stone lock!

Crack!

A tooth-grating bone crack sound rang out!

The modified martial artist’s large, reforged arm armor, along with the bones inside, shattered like rotten wood under Chu Kuanglan’s pure, extreme power.

He uttered a shrill scream, his entire being sent flying back by the enormous force, slamming into the rocks behind, his chest collapsed, clearly beyond survival.

The other two were terrified beyond measure, one raised a sword to strike, while the other turned to flee.

But Lu Jiuyuan’s blade was faster than the fleeing man’s movement!

A blade-like light tore through the rain like lightning, silent yet extremely fast.

Slash!

The head of the sword-wielder flew skyward, blood gushed forth from the severed neck like a fountain, the headless body stiffly fell.

The escapee barely stepped out, feeling a chill in his back, the cold blade already piercing his chest.

He looked down at the bloodied blade tip protruding from his chest, eyes filled with unwilling fear, then died decisively.

The entire battle.

From Fang Qingyu’s order to its end, lasted only a few breaths.

Five profound-level intimidating modified martial artists in the base, known for preying on newcomers, died like crushed insects, offering no chance of meaningful resistance, meeting their end in the underworld!

Crushing! Absolute crushing!

Savage! Ruthlessly savage!

Fang Qingyu hadn’t even moved a finger, just stood there, one hand holding Jiang Wei, the other hanging idly by his side, his eyes cold, watching his companions solve the trouble effortlessly.

Crisis Perception enveloped the battlefield, ensuring no accidents occurred.

The fight was over.

The storm remained fierce, the thunder continued booming.

Over the scorched ground lay several corpses, their hot blood quickly dispersing in the cold rainwater, becoming lighter, then washed into the ground’s cracks.

The air bore the smell of ozone, now tinged with a heavy scent of blood.

Chu Kuanglan shook his hand, clearing imaginary bloodstains, grinned, "Bah! A bunch of fools!"

Lu Jiuyuan sheathed his blade smoothly, seemingly as if he’d just swatted a few mosquitoes.

The twin knives in Wei Banmeng’s hands had disappeared without notice, her cold face expressionless, only her eyes returning to the surging purple thunder sea.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over the corpses, then looked at the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea, his voice reverting to its previous calm:

"The flies are gone. Let’s go in."

The five regrouped, throwing the insignificant bloody slaughter behind them.

Into this... a land where just a glance incites fear.