Reinhardt burst into laughter, instantly regaining the confidence he had lost against Zheng Zha. Although he had always known the immense power of the Dark Flame, in front of Zheng Zha, he felt as powerless as a child, which had made him strongly doubt his own skills. It wasn't until he witnessed Imhotep’s wretched state of being burned that his confidence was restored, even though he had no idea why Imhotep was in this condition—neither dead nor able to stand again.

"Give it up. Do you think that tiny enchanted arrow can actually kill me? Forget your attacks; even the strongest in your team, Zheng Zha, couldn't kill me. On what grounds do you think you can?" Reinhardt’s body dissolved into a stream of blood-light, constantly fleeing hundreds of meters away from Zhang Heng. Directly ahead of him, Zhang Heng silently drew taut the silver metallic bow. Although the arrow wasn't aimed directly at the fleeing blood-light, the channeling of qi made Reinhardt aware that if he hesitated for even an instant, the enchanted arrow would pierce straight through him.

Zhang Heng was, after all, one of the main combat forces of the Central Continent team, ranked among the top three in strength, despite his weaker close-combat ability.

However, having grasped the power of the Elven race, he had gained a certain understanding of melee combat. Thus, the moment he spotted Reinhardt, he knew that if the enemy managed to close the distance, the three of them would certainly be killed. Without a second thought, he immediately drew his silver metallic bow and unleashed the Arrow of Lightning. Under the pressure of the qi channeling, Reinhardt was startled into activating his Blood Evasion, daring not to linger for even a moment. In that instant, Zhang Heng radiated an aura far more potent than Zheng Zha’s; instinctively, Reinhardt felt a fatal threat.

Long ago, when Zhang Heng still suffered from his psychological block, he had managed to paralyze the replicated Zheng Zha using the Arrow of Wind. Although the replicated Zheng Zha’s strength back then wasn't as exaggerated as it was now, Zhang Heng's own power was significantly inferior to what it was today. Therefore, it was easy to imagine that an attack pouring all one's strength, belief, and everything into a single strike—forget Reinhardt—even Zheng Zha would only dare to flee using "Shave."

Though the situation was temporarily stalemated, Zhang Heng was secretly distressed. The Arrow of Lightning's power was undoubtedly immense, but so too was its burden. Setting aside that his current physical condition could handle one or two Arrows of Lightning, this arrow wasn't a simple switch that could be released or recalled at will. To maintain his current firing stance, beyond the massive consumption of Elven energy, his mind was under extreme tension. If this continued, he would have to release the arrow within one minute at most. If it missed... the three of them would certainly die here! (What to do? Fight it out? If I were alone, I wouldn't mind risking my life, but what about this Yang Xuelin... If she truly is the Seeker, she is the entire team's hope. How could I abandon all my comrades just to save myself? Besides, Imhotep... he is my partner! I cannot give up! I absolutely cannot give up!) Zhang Heng suddenly clenched his jaw, biting his tongue until it bled. His spirit, which had begun to fray, instantly tightened. The powerful pressure was maintained, and he made a decision: if there was no change in thirty seconds, he would unleash the strike regardless of the consequences... it was better than waiting to die.

(Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen...) Zhang Heng counted down internally, yet his whole being gradually calmed. Strangely, on the verge of life and death, his inner self became tranquil, like still water. The speed and direction shifts of the blood-light evasion were reflected in his mind. But seeing was one thing; the immense speed made it impossible to aim perfectly. In terms of pure velocity, the Blood Evasion was only slightly slower than Zheng Zha’s "Shave," but its endurance far surpassed it, which was why it could sustain the escape for so long.

As Zhang Heng solidified his resolve, Reinhardt seemed to sense something. He stopped speaking and instead maximized his Blood Evasion, darting around. However, the speed of the Blood Evasion appeared to have slightly diminished. Both parties’ spiritual energy was stretched to the absolute limit; any minute anomaly now would provoke a desperate final strike.

"I see him, over there!" A man's voice called out from an extreme distance—it was Cheng Xiao. Simultaneously, the moment the voice fell, both figures in the field moved. The mass of blood-light, without further hesitation, instantly split into several streams charging toward Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng also moved; the taut bowstring vibrated slightly, and the arrow on the string was loosed.

The instant the enchanted arrow flew, everything around seemed to pause. It was a subtle, indescribable sensation; only that single arrow continued its relentless advance through the entire space. In a flash, the arrow reached the several streams of blood-light. By the time Reinhardt clearly saw the arrow's trajectory, it had already pierced through the blood-light and buried itself deep into the steel corridor wall nearby. The two streams of blood-light pierced by the arrow vanished without a trace, not even a speck of residue remaining. In that lightning-quick moment, this was the might of the Arrow of Lightning.

Two streams of blood-light remained. They zipped toward Zhang Heng and merged instantly. Then, Reinhardt reverted to his human form, but his face was ashen, frightfully pale, like that of a dead man. Furthermore, his entire body was shaking violently, showing the immense damage sustained from the annihilation of those two streams of blood-light.

The blood-light that split into four was no mere illusion; it was a high-level skill of the Blood Clan, dividing one's life force into four escaping parts. As long as one part survived, the main body would not die. However, since those four streams were his life force, losing two meant he would be left half-dead. Of course, without this skill, the power of the Arrow of Lightning would have been enough to instantly kill him.

"How dare you... how dare you do that! Die!" Reinhardt no longer possessed any semblance of his former handsome demeanor. He roared like a madman, grasping the suddenly limp Zhang Heng in his hand. Ignoring the weak sand-snake Imhotep weakly coiled around him, Reinhardt bit down fiercely on Zhang Heng’s neck and began sucking greedily, as if draining blood.

The reinforcements arriving for Zhang Heng and the other two were Wang Xia and Cheng Xiao, but surprisingly, An Suna had also followed. She had been deeply worried after seeing the dark red flames and had insisted on staying close to the two men. She understood clearly that her greatest security in this Reincarnation World was her man, Imhotep; otherwise, her chances of survival as an ordinary person were extremely slim, even within the Central Continent team.

The three of them, watching from a distance, saw the scene where Reinhardt seized Zhang Heng. Imhotep, seemingly gravely wounded, could only weakly summon sparse sand nearby. Then they watched Reinhardt bite down on Zhang Heng’s neck. Wang Xia and Cheng Xiao instantly had their eyes turn red, rushing toward the battlefield with reckless abandon.

But the two men lacked skills to increase their speed. They could only watch helplessly as Zhang Heng was drained for over ten seconds. Then, as if dead, Reinhardt tossed him onto the ground. The man seemed unsatisfied; he casually waved his hand, dispersing the surrounding flying sand, and then snatched up Imhotep from the ground, beginning to drain him as well. It was unclear how he could drain the sand-formed undead being, but under the watch of the two distant figures, Imhotep was also tossed aside after ten seconds, utterly motionless.

"Ah! So satisfying... people from the Central Continent team are so damn strong! Just grabbing two of them gives such powerful energy. This feeling, energy surging continuously from the depths of my body... Hahaha! Once I absorb everyone from the Central Continent team, I will become a 'God' that transcends all! Hahaha..." Reinhardt's face had regained its flush of color. Moreover, his aura was significantly stronger than before. Having clearly absorbed Zhang Heng and Imhotep, his power had increased substantially. This scoundrel's arrogance immediately resurfaced, and he began roaring loudly without regard for anyone else.

After a few moments of excited shouting, he turned his attention to the terrified Yang Xuelin. Unfortunately, this woman was a very weak ordinary person. He frowned slightly, preparing to eliminate her, when a surge of heat washed over him from behind. However, Reinhardt was already prepared; he easily leaped aside, avoiding the attack.

Wang Xia and Cheng Xiao were charging forward frantically, not only increasing the distance between themselves and An Suna but also gradually widening the gap between each other. Cheng Xiao's speed was clearly much faster than Wang Xia’s.

But Wang Xia could launch an attack from a hundred meters away, so his first strike came first. Several bombs formed from demonic energy finally forced Reinhardt to retreat.

Reinhardt calmed down from his frenzy, floating in mid-air, coldly sneering at the group. "To be honest, the strength of the Central Continent team exceeded my imagination. Truly worthy of a team that once defeated the Celestial Team. I underestimated you earlier. Simply absorbing the energy and skills of two people has raised my strength by more than twenty percent. It truly seems dangerous. I had even planned to wipe you all out single-handedly before. Speaking of which... I really look forward to absorbing Zheng Zha. Then, I will surely become the strongest person in the entire Reincarnation World!" Wang Xia and Cheng Xiao completely ignored the mad dog's howling. Cheng Xiao, being the fastest, rushed directly to where Zhang Heng and the others were, scooping Zhang Heng into his arms. After a careful inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhang Heng's breath was extremely faint, he was not dead, nor had he been sucked dry as the two had feared. He was merely in a state of deep coma, as was Imhotep.

Cheng Xiao quietly stood up from the ground, positioning himself to shield the three behind him. Seeing this, Reinhardt sneered, "A defeated foe? Already forgotten the pain so quickly? This time, simply breaking one of your legs won't suffice..." "Yes... this time, simply breaking one leg won't do..." Cheng Xiao didn't waste words. He silently recited something and then flipped up, leaping into the air as if a bird spreading its wings. His bent body drifted past Reinhardt at an incredible angle, and with just that drift, several extremely sharp currents of energy sliced toward Reinhardt.

Reinhardt maintained his cold sneer, allowing these currents to slice through his arms and body. Then, within those currents, his form dissolved into dust. Once the energy faded, the sand reformed his body, seemingly unharmed. This technique looked remarkably similar to Imhotep's moves, though his clothing had been shredded by the sharp air currents, putting him far behind Imhotep in this regard. It seemed he couldn't fully absorb another person's power.

Cheng Xiao, having failed his initial strike, couldn't follow up and began falling from the air toward the ground. However, the moment Reinhardt reformed, he swooped down toward him. In the blink of an eye, Reinhardt reached Cheng Xiao, intending to snatch him up, when over ten currents of energy struck him head-on.

"Nanto Suichoken... Hien Ryu Bu!" Cheng Xiao, who should have been unable to gain purchase in mid-air, incredibly spun a full circle there. By the time he landed, Reinhardt's grasping hands had been blasted into dust. In the next second, Cheng Xiao safely touched the ground.

Reinhardt stared at his hands, somewhat stunned. In the moment Cheng Xiao turned, the majority of his attack had been nullified, and a powerful counter-attack followed. By the time he recovered his senses, Cheng Xiao, who should have been helpless in the air, had already landed. All this happened in an instant, so fast that Reinhardt failed to react.

"Ha, ha ha... Excellent! The Central Continent team truly has no weaklings! None of you are leaving—you will all become my strength, ha ha ha!" After pausing in bewilderment, Reinhardt’s gaze turned greedy. Since he possessed the ability to turn to sand, Cheng Xiao's close-combat skills, however good, couldn't harm him. As for Wang Xia’s explosive abilities, whether they could hurt the sand transformation was unknown... Moreover, he still had the Dark Flame skill. As long as he didn't encounter Zheng Zha, he wouldn't lose to anyone else in the Central Continent team.

Cheng Xiao glanced silently at the three behind him, then pulled out a pair of gauntlets from his embrace. Simultaneously, Reinhardt dissolved his entire body into sand, and a vast expanse of yellow sand plunged down from the air, its first target being to engulf Cheng Xiao.

Wang Xia, not far away, grew frantic and charged toward them desperately, but before he could take many steps, several muffled thuds of flesh hitting flesh echoed from within the yellow sand. Before he could react, Reinhardt was flung out from the sand cloud. His body had reverted from sand to human form, and there were deep, bone-visible gashes on his body and neck—fatal spots—from which blood sprayed incessantly. Following his ejected form, Cheng Xiao also sprang out with a flip.

"Nanto Suichoken... Hishō Bairei!" Cheng Xiao seemed to sprout a pair of flying wings, constantly rotating and advancing in mid-air, launching sharp fist strikes at Reinhardt. In an instant, Reinhardt was blown to pieces, and those scattered chunks of flesh all transformed into blood-light, only to reassemble into human form over ten meters away.

Reinhardt's complexion looked quite terrible. He had clearly suffered a disadvantage in that exchange. Before he could fully reform, he roared, and a violent, dark red flame erupted from his body, forcing Cheng Xiao, who had intended to pursue, to stop.

"How is this possible! After turning into sand, how could your physical attacks possibly hit me? Stop joking... Right, your gauntlets must be legendary magic items, just as my flames can burn the dust, your gauntlets can hit me..." Reinhardt roared out a string of accusations before finally calming down.

Cheng Xiao ignored him and simply made a gesture behind his back with one hand. Wang Xia, behind him, immediately snapped back to attention. This was a coded signal unique to their military system, meaning 'Cover Me.'

Wang Xia didn't have time to think deeply. Seeing Cheng Xiao charge forward again, he immediately controlled several plasma bombs with his demonic energy. As Cheng Xiao advanced, these plasma bombs floated toward Reinhardt as well.

Cheng Xiao's strength wasn't truly outstanding among the Central Continent team. To be precise, his strength ranked in the lower-middle tier. This wasn't because he was inherently weak, but because he lacked a specific area of exceptional skill. Besides medicine, he was outmatched in ranged combat by Zero Point, in mid-range by Zhang Heng and Ba Wang, and in close combat by Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong. In short, apart from his irreplaceable medical skills, his combat power was largely dispensable.

But was that truly the case? As Cheng Xiao charged forward, Reinhardt indeed transformed into blood-light and lunged. His speed was infinitely faster than when he was diffused as sand; Cheng Xiao absolutely could not block him based on speed alone. However, behind Cheng Xiao were the plasma bombs. With flashes of firelight, the bombs detonated before Cheng Xiao reached the blood-light. Wang Xia's control over the bombs was indeed masterful. The fluctuation from the explosions only affected a large area in front of Cheng Xiao, not only halting the blood-light cluster but allowing Cheng Xiao to pass through completely unharmed.

The blood-light cluster was indeed extremely fearful of the electrical explosions. As the explosion waves began, it frantically retreated, but even though the blood-light was fast, it couldn't outrun the lightning bolts accompanying the explosion. While retreating, it was still engulfed by the thunder and lightning.

Reinhardt was not like those half-baked aliens. He managed to avoid the absolute center of the explosion. Although enveloped by the lightning, he was only on the periphery. With a flash of red light, he burst out, though this blood-light clearly could not ignore certain attacks as effortlessly as the sand form could. At the very least, the blood-light emitted scorched, black smoke.

When Reinhardt reverted to human form from the blood-light, his entire body was covered in burn marks. Yet, the brute was formidable; the scorching healed visibly before their eyes.

However, his expression looked increasingly ashen.

Reinhardt felt extremely aggrieved. He had always thought highly of himself, which was why he had dared to challenge Zheng Zha alone. Although Zheng Zha had a terrifying reputation in the Reincarnation Squads, Reinhardt believed that with his self-created skills and formidable power, he would never lose. Who knew that reality was so cruel? Not only had he lost, but he had been scared off, leaving him feeling deeply humiliated. This was why he desperately wanted to absorb the power of every Central Continent team member—a gluttonous act. With his pride, losing to Zheng Zha was humiliating but somewhat understandable, but losing to anyone else... he truly might die from sheer frustration.

"You... all of you must die!" If Reinhardt hadn't been preoccupied with absorbing their power, he would have already used the Dark Flame to burn them to charcoal. Seeing that Wang Xia's bombs were depleted and the next wave would take time, he roared and transformed into blood-light once more, charging directly toward Cheng Xiao. At that speed, it was absolutely impossible for Cheng Xiao to evade.

Cheng Xiao showed no intention of dodging; he actually jumped toward the sky, directly meeting the blood-light. Surprisingly, the speed of the blood-light evasion was incredibly fast, nearly matching Zheng Zha’s "Shave." In that critical moment, Cheng Xiao managed to dodge, and in the process, struck the blood-light several times before they both intersected and fell to the ground.

"My elder once told me that there is no strongest martial art, only the strongest individual... Any skill attribute exchangeable at the 'Main God' has its unique characteristics and strengths. Some attributes might seem weak, but if used well, they can multiply their power a hundredfold... Nanto Suichoken seems like a very trashy attribute in the 'Main God' space..."

If it were Zheng Zha using it, even a hundred of you would be chopped into pieces, but for me to use it, I could only find one way to fight with it... Wind, use wind to evade your attacks, use wind to strike you, and even use wind to finish you!" The moment Cheng Xiao landed, he pushed off the ground and leaped up once more, simultaneously roaring, "Do you think I could just stand by and watch you hurt my comrades, and then let you leave so easily? You won't take another step before I die!" When they had crossed paths earlier, Reinhard's blood-light escape paused momentarily before he lunged violently towards Wang Xia. At that moment, Wang Xia had just gained control of the bomb; if Reinhard reached him, the consequences would be dire. It was then that Cheng Xiao leaped up, spinning his entire body in a peculiar posture mid-air, and around the blood-light escape, violent winds began to gather. The speed of these winds grew ever faster, reaching a point so exaggerated it was almost visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the mass of blood-light was ensnared within the gale, and Cheng Xiao dropped from the air, his face drenched in sweat.

(What rotten luck. I wanted to look cool, but who knew this guy would be so strong... Please, don't get up again. I don't even have the strength to stand now. Although the Nanto Suichouken technique relies on using the body to generate wind to harm the enemy, this move was too fierce; it drained all my stamina. I really want to lie down...) The moment he touched the ground, Cheng Xiao braced his hands on his knees, bending low to look into the distance. The power of this move far exceeded his imagination. Within that sphere of blood-light, nearly a hundred cubic meters of steel and rock had been sliced into fragments by the wind blades, and the entire blood-light mass was completely torn apart. Although it was slowly merging back together, the speed of fusion was sluggish, suggesting that Reinhard must have been severely wounded in this attack as well.

As expected, when the sphere of blood-light coalesced once more, Reinhard materialized again. His appearance this time was truly appalling; his clothes were shredded, his body was ragged with gore, and he was covered in gashes deep enough to show bone. His body's healing speed was much slower than before. Without waiting for full recovery, he let out a wild roar and charged at Cheng Xiao again. At this point, he seemed so enraged that he had lost all reason. However, before he could reach Cheng Xiao, several bursts of lightning flashed forth, forcing Reinhard to retreat once more from the plasma bombs.

"Hahaha, see that? No one on the Central Continent team is a pushover! For you, little bat, turning you into two small pancakes is as easy as breathing! Hahaha..." Seeing Reinhard’s pathetic state, Cheng Xiao could finally not hold back and burst into loud laughter. Although he himself was utterly exhausted, seeing the enemy in such disarray brought him immense joy.

Forced back again, Reinhard sustained new injuries on top of his old ones. It was only then that the man surprisingly calmed down completely. He took several deep breaths before speaking, "I was wrong. I truly underestimated all of you from the start. The Central Continent team is indeed a powerhouse recognized even by the Celestial Gods Squad... From now on, I will not underestimate you again, nor will I concern myself with absorbing your power. If I can absorb it, fine; if not, I will kill you with everything I have... You, the beauty over there, I can't worry about you anymore. If you're not dead, promise to be my woman. I have a way to take you back to my West Sea team—think carefully about it..." "Bloodflame Beast!" Reinhard slowly descended from mid-air to the ground. He summoned forth a large ball of dark flame in his hands. Just as Cheng Xiao, having used this brief respite to recover some stamina, was preparing to leap forward and attack, he immediately stopped upon seeing the dark flame. After all, Cheng Xiao was a seasoned veteran of the Reincarnation World; simply looking at the dark flame was enough to gauge its terrifying power, certainly something his Nanto Suichouken could not match.

Reinhard chuckled, his grin amplifying the sinister look of the dark-red flame in his hands. He twisted his hands holding the dark flame mass, and the entire inferno surged violently. Everything within a ten-meter radius around him was enveloped in this fire, which then began to spin around him, forming a funnel-shaped mountain of flames. At this moment, the flames seemed to transform into a monster, rushing towards the group with ferocious momentum.

"Everyone, get down! Hide behind me!" Wang Xia roared, instantly throwing out several plasma bombs he had been controlling. However, these bolts of lightning and electricity only managed to momentarily slow the flame monster. Once the plasma dissipated, the monster would surely press forward again. Wang Xia decisively pulled out a miniaturized nuclear bomb, controlled it with his demonic energy, and simultaneously threw a bomb made of demonic energy behind him, blasting a pit about two meters deep. He immediately yelled, "Cheng Xiao! Get them all into that pit! Hurry!" As he spoke, the miniaturized nuclear bomb slowly floated before him.

Cheng Xiao reacted just as swiftly, quickly tossing Zhang Heng and the other two into the pit. But just as he managed to hold Ansuona with one arm and Yang Xuelin with the other, a violent explosion erupted behind him. The shockwave and fierce wind instantly sent him and the two women flying several meters away.

Behind them, Wang Xia was entirely focused on manipulating the miniaturized nuclear bomb. This was far more potent than the plasma bombs; if he misjudged even slightly, they could all perish in the nuclear fallout. This was the ultimate test of his recent training.

Every member of the Central Continent team had their own methods of training and paths to becoming stronger. For example, Cheng Xiao had comprehended the wind-based killing move from the Nanto Suichouken, while Wang Xia's training focused on the precise control of explosives, starting with bombs the size of a fingernail made of demonic energy.

This training would only be considered complete when he could precisely control the blast wave of a miniaturized nuclear bomb. Wang Xia was only just beginning this path. At this moment, to control the nuclear bomb’s detonation wave, he exerted every ounce of his strength; veins bulged across his body. Soon, one blood vessel split, then another... By the time the nuclear bomb detonated, Wang Xia looked like a man drenched in his own blood.

The power of the miniaturized nuclear bomb was indeed terrifying. Upon explosion, it surged outwards. The dark-red flame beast was instantly pulverized. Before the blast subsided, the shockwave hammered into the entire tunnel, flashing with light like a miniature sun.

Everything was engulfed by the blast wave, except for a small pocket fiercely guarded by the dark-red blood flames, and the empty space behind Wang Xia.

Simultaneously, the entire tunnel could no longer withstand the violent shockwave and began to collapse in multiple places.

After an unknowable amount of time, when the explosion finally ceased, the tunnel was completely unrecognizable.

Many sections had snapped clean in two, and looking down through the breaks revealed an unfathomable depth. It seemed the passage was utterly ruined.

"Ah!" A miserable shriek suddenly rang out.

A massive slab of rock had fallen precisely onto Cheng Xiao's legs, crushing them both from the knee down. He was lucky; if the rock had shifted even slightly further forward, he would have lost his life.

Wang Xia shakily rose from the rubble. He looked utterly desolate now, his body covered in deep lacerations, his blood a mix of dark and bright red. Having bled who knew how much internal fluid, he first scanned the surroundings, then rushed frantically towards Cheng Xiao. But before he could reach him, the entire tunnel shook violently. Wang Xia lost his footing and fell hard. Whether due to extreme weakness or hitting his head, he passed out upon impact. At this moment, everyone was wounded, except for the two women, who stood up unharmed but dazed.

"...Ansuona, come here, help me... come save me..." A faint voice sounded from nearby. It was Imhotep. Ansuona, who had been looking around blankly, changed expression upon hearing the voice and ran towards the source. When she reached the edge of the chasm, she saw the scene below.

This section of the passage had broken away. On the other side of the rift, a piece of rock about four or five meters wide was dangling precariously from the far cliff face. Beneath the cliff was an abyss of unknown depth. Imhotep and Zhang Heng were hanging onto that rock slab—or rather, Imhotep was holding Zhang Heng's hand as they dangled from the slab. It was uncertain when they might fall into the abyss below. The rock was over four meters away from Ansuona's side of the cliff, making it impossible for her to reach out and pull them up.

Imhotep struggled to turn his head. He saw Ansuona standing on the cliff edge behind him. He immediately said, "Help me, I can't turn to sand right now; that man drained my power... Help me..." Ansuona’s expression shifted rapidly. She glanced back behind her, where a mass of dark flame was slowly rising. Imhotep also saw the dark flame and felt a sudden, ominous premonition. At that moment, Ansuona turned and ran backward. The instant she turned, Imhotep felt as if his entire world was collapsing.

He had never tried to love someone so deeply, to the point of being willing to give up all glory and fortune, even his life and faith, just to keep her by his side for these thousands of years. He had willingly joined the Central Continent team, and with his intelligence, he had likely realized his world was a film. He had secretly watched The Mummy 1 and 2 and knew the movie's ending. Although he felt such an outcome was highly improbable, the shadow had been planted in his heart. Until this moment, he finally understood his counterpart's despair in the film—a sorrow greater than death. If he hadn't been holding onto Zhang Heng, he would have already thrown himself off the cliff as in the movie.

Ansuona ran towards the firelight, tearing off her outer garment. After running about ten meters, she abruptly stopped, then ripped the garment into shreds. The woman resolutely turned back and sprinted towards the cliff. With a burst of speed, she leaped clear of the edge, landing on the rock slab on the opposite side. Upon landing, she rolled twice to absorb the impact, then threw the strips of cloth down the chasm: "Imhotep! Grab the strips... I saw that movie too, but... don't overthink things, I truly love you too!" Imhotep stared at the strips beside him, completely stunned. It was only when Ansuona wrapped the cloth strips around the rock slab and urged him again that he snatched hold of them, letting Ansuona pull him and Zhang Heng up.

Ansuona was a member of the Central Continent team; the Dragon Blood and T-Virus stock solution were naturally part of her reserves. The weight of two men was no real challenge for her. This woman truly possessed the spirit of a powerhouse. She hauled both men up from the cliff edge, then slung Imhotep over one shoulder while holding Zhang Heng's hand, scrambling back onto the solid ground on their side. Only then did she let out a gasp of relief, breathing heavily. Imhotep seemed to snap back to reality only then; overjoyed, he embraced Ansuona and kissed her, tears glistening in the corner of his eyes... "Ansuona! We will never be separated, not even after a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years... not even after 1/2|Jump to