Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1608 - 370: Chen 94: My Turn to Strike (Part 2)

Chen Jie highlighted a piercing moral dilemma.

The hierarchy between generations had turned utterly chaotic.

Right then, Liu Caidie grinned and remarked, "We handle our own generations, unlike our parents."

Hearing those words, Chen Jie went quiet, recalling a childhood playmate his own age whom hierarchy required calling "Grandpa."

Yet from boyhood through adulthood, he never uttered that title, sticking to his name instead...

Elder generations fixate on hierarchy, but the young dismiss it. The old crave the power it grants, while youth shrug it off since it offers no control or subjugation.

Thus, botching titles in private chats is everyday stuff.

As he mulled these petty matters, Han Ling’er beckoned the group, cueing them to get ready to move out.

This spot’s heat was downright scorching. Before long, sweat soaked everyone. Chen Jie gauged the air at fifty or sixty degrees, sauna-like, with bone-dry air tough to suck in.

Thankfully, every person there was a Martial Arts Master, boasting bodies way tougher than normals; otherwise, heatstroke would hit fast in this inferno.

That in mind, Han Ling’er fished a compass-like gadget from her chest. Curious, Chen Jie queried, "What’s that in her hand?"

Catching his words, Liu Caidie halted briefly, then explained, "Oh, that’s the Star Positioning Plate; it pinpoints treasures in the Yin Yang Lotus Land of the Ruins."

Chen Jie nodded; just then, Han Ling’er locked in the bearing, glanced around, and declared, "Let’s head this way."

The team swiftly shadowed Han Ling’er, traversing the scorched terrain. A thin lava rivulet barred their advance. Han Ling’er and the others coiled their power and bounded across.

Onward they pressed. The landscape mimicked a chessboard; the crew resembled pawns navigating the Molten Lava Hell, swept along by its whims.

The party leaped again and again.

All of a sudden, one halted, then uttered, "I think I stepped on something."

That remark instantly paralyzed the group.

All peered downward fast, spotting naught but glassy crystals from hardened magma littering the surface.

They eyed the speaker dubiously, and he pressed, "I sensed movement underfoot a second ago."

Those words refroze everyone. Movement from the ground?

Suddenly, leader Han Ling’er’s expression twisted, enlightenment striking. Her strained look tipped off the rest.

"Flame Scorpion?"

That suggestion darkened every face. Chen Jie stared in bewilderment—what Flame Scorpion?

Liu Caidie’s tone quavered, "Rare beasts of the Ruins, thriving in the Molten Lava Hell, craving intense heat, dwelling amid lava flows, boasting devastating magma blasts."

Spray magma?!

Chen Jie’s visage brimmed with astonishment; wasn’t this freakishly strong?

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the speaker vaulted upward, the hefty rock beneath him twitching to life.

Swish~

As the rock stirred, chunks tumbled free, exposing a grotesque form. Closer scrutiny revealed a scorpion.

Yet this scorpion wore a dense crust of stones.

Beholding those ponderous stones plummet, unease etched across faces.

They’d figured on dodging these local monsters, but fate had other plans.

"Poof~"

The scorpion thrashed, belching dense, horrifying magma from its jaws, striking stones amid sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~

White vapors surged skyward.

This display left all aghast.

Chen Jie too fixated on the fiend; abruptly, the tiny scorpion spied the onlookers and hocked a wad of magma one way.

Mesmerized by the Flame Scorpion’s antics, the group hopped clear with ease.

But the impudent critter riled the burly guards; one flicked his wrist, yanked a hefty blade, and hacked down with full fury.

Clang!

Sparks burst forth; the guard’s edge lopped the scorpion’s noggin right off.

Watching the head bounce away, contempt twisted the guard’s features—worthy of peril?

Such notions swirling, Han Miaozhen bellowed, "Get out of the way quickly."

Her yell barely faded when the headless Flame Scorpion burst apart, flinging sparks and molten globs every which way.

Flying magma jolted everyone into frantic evasion. Chen Jie, seized by alarm, reflexively hauled Liu Caidie aside.

The others vaulted clear nimbly, bar the reckless guard who’d beheaded it, squarely in the spew’s path.

Bang, magma drenched the guard head to toe.

Splashed thus, the gutsy brute first showed no sign, yet steam then gushed madly from his frame; the magma’s kiss with flesh birthed a shielding vapor barrier.