Commanding Wind and Cloud Chapter 263

Clean and effective, Qian Jin took care of his fractured arms rapidly. he was gratified by his amazing endurance! He didn’t even sweat a little while in so much pain.

"Dig me a hole down the hill." Qian Jin made a short pause and then went on talking. "Bury me in the sand for fifteen minutes, just leave my head out for the air."

In sandstorm days like this, even if he leaves the head out, it would soon be buried by the sand blown off here. He might just as well bury himself completely.

Bury the whole body? Fanta Kunge and Cech Flet exchanged a puzzled glance without having even a clue what this man was going to do.

Fanta Kunge checked out the cave behind him, and there was still no sign that Duren Burg was coming out soon. He softly said, "I’ll keep watch here."

The broad and thick Zhanmadao turned into a shovel in a second! Shovel by shovel, the golden sand was scooped and piled on both sides.

As the pit went deeper, Cech Flet became more confused. After a long time exposed under the sun, the heat had already been absorbed by the golden sand! Compared to the ground surface, the sand in the pit was much hotter. It might just take a few seconds to bake a sweet potato!

Layers of sand were refilled in the pit and Qian Jin was buried from head to toe! Being unable to find a vent under the ground, the heat energy decided to let off its heat onto this newcomer. The rolling heat immediately launched a high-speed charge!

Qian Jin could barely start the [Supreme Wind and Cloud Power], the effect of [Wind and Cloud Golden Body] was consequently not as satisfactory as it might have been. Burning heat poured into the body and Qian Jin couldn’t stand it anymore. He opened his mouth to cry out, but unfortunately, the sand immediately poured into his mouth, reminding him where he was.

This place was by no means inferior to the Burning Fire Lake in the Four Seasons Valley. As the sun kept shining, the temperature kept rising. Having no time for complaints, Qian Jin threw himself into the unlocking job.

Guiding the heat he absorbed and mobilizing the only tiny bit of Warrior Power, Qian Jin slowly united the two to his chest.

He failed as expected...even without a single bit of movement.

There was no time to dismiss himself! The strange Warrior Power chain was much stronger than he had imagined! It couldn’t be crushed in only one shot!

Qian Jin was not afraid of pain; he had taken pride in it. But now, his name was frailty! No one in this world was not afraid of pain. It’s just a matter of degree...

Bring it on! If he couldn’t fix it right, he would still be killed by the Qian juniors even he if walked out of this hell on earth.

Losing to the young generation of the Qian Elf King Bloodline Warriors? Qian Jin twitched his eyebrows hard in the sand...He might just as well die here! He could be defeat by anyone but Qian Zhanxuan! "You wanted to lock my Warrior Power? No way!" he shouted in his mind.

Qian Jin readjusted his body and once again immersed himself into the 108 Energy Reservoirs! He gathered his Warrior Power little by little, hoping to break free from the chain under the high-temperature catalysis.

Failed ... failed ... failed...

The small tract of sand over his head was jacked up from time to time as spasms passed through the body buried in the sand...It looked like some kind of bird was drilling out of its shell...

Failed...for God knows how many times...

The high temperature could not be dispersed by Warrior Power... Qian Jin felt a little dizzy and his consciousness was gradually stolen away by a fiery picture...Sweat had sprung out all over his body like a water pipe had been pricked, leaving a few holes...

So hot...

What was this place? So hot...Where did all this heat come from...

In front of Qian Jin was a blur of redness. Dimly, heat flows flooded in from different directions! Positioned in the center of the whirlpool, he was like a magnet and everything just came to him.

Bang...Bang...

The locked-up energy reservoir in the chest suddenly swelled and contracted like a human heart! It was not a rotary movement but a beating with expansion and contraction! All the influx heat also stopped surging in this moment and fluttered along with the revived energy reservoir.

And it was not just the influx heat! Qian Jin clearly felt the hot air around his body was moved at the same time!

For a moment, Qian Jin felt as if the heat flow, as well as the energy reservoir, had come to life!

Was this...A strange feeling rained down on his skull...The Warrior Power was active and alive...Right! Fabreidis had said everyone’s Warrior Power had a life and that’s why it could be upgraded into soul power!

Any living creature had a heart or a core! The heart of his 108 energy reservoirs was the very one in his chest! "I used to add my own beliefs into my Warrior Power, which granted it a life! My Warrior Power is me and I am my Warrior Power!"

"What about the heat flows around me? Do they have a life too? Yes, right! It is so hot here in the daytime and it will become extremely cold at night! If the flows want to survive, they must find themselves a shelter!"

"You wanna come? Alright...I’ll take you in. But if I die, you’ll die too. Lend me your power to open this damn chain! Come with your power! All of it!"

Suddenly, the Forging Breathing Technique went on by itself...At the same time, the heat flows in the sand turned into a huge torrent, which roared and rushed into Qian Jin’s body! Following the path Qian Jin had planned, they surged and launched a savage attack!

Having swallowed and guided the heat flows, the Forging Breathing Technique started to tussle with the web-like chain!

Cech Flet was stunned! The golden sand under his feet had only jumped into the air once in a while, but now it was gurgling and boiling up like a pool of water!

"Come come come! Lend me all your power to break these chains."

The golden sand was in a boiling frenzy! It had burned across the sky! The ground seemed to shake violently in an instant! The prodigious sand flew up in the air and covered the clouds and the sun!

No, it was not caused by Qian Jin! There were hordes of unknown creatures running towards their location at full speed!

Cech Flet’s pupils dilated at the scene and immediately, he put on his Bloodline Battle Form. The huge black wing burst out of his clothes! He bent his knees and trod onto the mountaintop to occupy a commanding position.

Sand...Sand Scorpion!

Whoever had studied in a Warrior Academy would know what the sand scorpions were; they were like a group of bandits living only in the desert.

They were different from ordinary scorpions in size! Almost each of them had a body that was more than two meters long, and that didn’t include the stone-hard tails.

Their golden shell served as a defensive shield, which was much stronger than the armor of an ordinary warrior! They were also bestowed with a certain natural magic-resistance ability! When magic fireballs came across it, it would at best produce a few sparks!

Besides that, they had a pair of pincer-like claws, which, allegedly, could pinch off a brittle sword! People would at least lose one arm or one thigh if falling into the clutches of the beast! And a strong scorpion king could cut someone in two at the waist! What a monster!

Even the weakest desert bandit would rival a Green-Skinned Three Armed Ape! Frankly speaking, it was horrible enough to deal with one sand scorpion, but they preferred to live in groups! Sometimes they lived by dozens, sometimes hundreds!

Even an armed force would make a detour in the desert to avoid these killers...

Adventurers or mercenaries, though powerful enough, would hate to fight against these creatures. It was like a business that would only suffer losses; Unlike other Demon Beasts, these Demon Beasts didn’t have magic cores.

In addition to the King and perhaps a few rare ones, this herd animal would not grow a magic core inside the body, but they still had the abilities of a Demon Beast.

It was truly a terrible business to risk fighting against hundreds of beasts but end up with only a few magic core. No one was willing to do this...

Cech Flet cast a glance and counted the number of the coming force. There were at least a hundred...

In the central position was a giant which was at least two meters high and four meters long even without the tail. Each of the arthropods had a shell as rigid as metal. Together with the agile legs, it marched along like a charging chariot.

Huge tails swung in the air in an aggressive way! Anyone confronted with them had to stand on red alert for the dark venom hidden in the tails!

"What the f**k? Why there were so many sand scorpions?" Duren Burg was astonished by the spectacular image and he asked in an unbelievable voice. "Where is Qian Jin?"

"There," Cech Flet pointed to the bulging sand which looked like a pot of boiling water, "under the ground!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Those monsters could kill us!" As Duren Burg said, he quickly walked down the hill and tried to dig out the man under the sand!

Quick as a wink, Cech Flet gently shook his head and caught the impetuous fellow by his wrist. "No, not now...It is too dangerous..."

Duren Burg froze on the spot! He gazed at the bubbling sand and sank into a reverie. Qian Jin would have never buried himself for no reason. He must have been hurt more seriously than it looked. Dig him out now, they might have a narrow escape from the perilous situation. But Qian Jin would be ruined, for the rest of his life!

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