Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 1318 - 540: Appearing Members! A Familiar Voice?

He was truly afraid of being stuck here forever. A desperate situation with absolutely no clues was what made him despair the most.

In that case...

Su Ping abruptly stood up, walked straight to the Stele, and reached out his hand. He had nothing to be afraid of. He had already tested physical contact just moments ago, and there were no issues. Then, under Qian Yi’s bewildered gaze, Su Ping simply hoisted the Stele right out. The Stele wasn’t very large and barely connected to the ground.

Stubbornly refusing to give up, Su Ping first extended his spiritual power toward the ground where the Stele had rested. Finding nothing, he then hoisted the Stele onto his shoulder and led Qian Yi toward the gray fog.

Then...

The moment he stepped into the fog, before he could fully resist the pervasive invasion of the Death Energy, Su Ping immediately felt the heavy burden on his shoulder lighten significantly. He turned his head to look at the black Stele on his shoulder. In the instant they entered, it was as if the Stele had suddenly suffered the erosion of Time. The sizable Stele instantly turned to gravel, dissipating into the gray fog.

Su Ping hurriedly escaped from the gray fog. In just that split second, his left hand had already begun to feel as though it no longer belonged to him. The skin of his entire left hand had turned grayish-black. The Death Energy within the gray fog was so pure that it was practically Death itself. How could a human body possibly withstand the corruption of Death?

Su Ping sighed. Back at square one, he was completely out of ideas. He collapsed right where he was, running through everything in his mind once again, yet still stubbornly failing to find any clues.

This situation lasted for a full two Xiaoshi. During the Time of those two Xiaoshi, Su Ping did nothing. Qian Yi, however, took another bite out of the gray fog, but its Level only increased slightly; it was clearly impossible for it to break past its limits and increase its Level again. Aside from that bizarre hum of a sword and the slowly increasing number of constantly appearing Undead, there were no other changes.

However, no matter how many Undead there were, as long as their Level remained at the Monarch Level, or even the Emperor Level, they probably wouldn’t pose any threat to Qian Yi. They were all instantly killed. Qian Yi didn’t even need to push the Great Revolution Five Elements Physique to its limits; it consistently remained at the Second and Third Transitions.

Just as Su Ping thought this situation would continue indefinitely, a distinct fluctuation suddenly occurred. This fluctuation didn’t come from just anything. Rather, it came from something in his arms. Su Ping looked at his chest in surprise, his Spirit immediately lifting. At this very moment, the object fluctuating was nothing else but that Little Paperman—the Paperman that was used to point the way.

Su Ping abruptly sat up from the ground. He looked at the Paperman. Its arm was pointing in a specific direction. After Su Ping placed it on the ground, it headed straight that way.

Had a member of the Heavenly Tomb Army appeared nearby?

Su Ping immediately sprang to his feet, his once-dead heart suddenly injected with fresh vitality. He followed the direction of the Little Paperman and walked along with it. Soon enough, he saw a sight and situation he had never expected.

Amidst the churning gray fog, a passage abruptly appeared. The gray fog that could devour almost all Living Beings had actually voluntarily opened a path?

No, it wasn’t voluntary.

Soon, Su Ping saw a figure walking out from that path within the churning gray fog. It was none other than a member from within the Heavenly Tomb—a Legion soldier named Zhu Linxin.

Having spent more than half a month’s Time day and night with them, Su Ping could recognize every single person. Although the Zhu Linxin before him had a somewhat numb and stiff face, the resolute and steady gaze deep in his eyes was still familiar. This was a genius Beastmaster who was only twenty-nine years old. At the Monarch Seventh Rank Realm, even looking across the entire Dragon Nation, anyone at this Realm and age was an absolute genius.

He was the one who came?

"Zhu Linxin?"

Almost exactly as Su Ping spotted him, Zhu Linxin also saw him. His somewhat numb eyes immediately lit up, and his initially cautious movements quickened considerably.

"Master Su! I’ve finally found you!" Zhu Linxin quickly walked over. What Su Ping didn’t expect was that the streaks of gray fog indeed continued to churn as Zhu Linxin approached, his footsteps carving out a new path through the fog.

A trace of vigilance arose in Su Ping’s heart, and he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute! What is going on with you? How did you pass through this gray fog? Don’t you know what’s going on with this fog?"

Zhu Linxin stopped in his tracks. His face looked a bit numb and his expression somewhat confused, but he quickly reacted. "Master Su, rest assured, I am still myself!"

Su Ping didn’t feel relieved in the slightest. Instead, he took a slight step back and frowned slightly, asking, "How do you prove it?"

The entities within the Heavenly Tomb belonged to the most terrifying Undead Series. Even if they hadn’t fully revived or returned completely to their original positions, no one could claim to have thoroughly seen through the remnants they left behind before their Death. And the Undead Series had always been experts at playing these Ghostly Land tricks.

Zhu Linxin scratched his head. How to prove he was himself—that was indeed a difficult problem.