Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1609 - 370: Chen 94: My Turn to Act_3

A few seconds ticked by at that moment, with no pain whatsoever felt.

However, mere instants later, the massive man built like an iron tower unleashed a blood-curdling shriek, just like a pig facing the slaughter.

Ah!

His cry reverberated across the entire cavern, as the lava ignited seconds afterward, unleashing an excruciating blaze of agony.

The burly fellow writhed in torment, his face, skin, and throat engulfed by molten lava that swiftly set his garments ablaze. Desperately, he thrashed to dislodge the lava clinging to his flesh, but it was futile—the searing liquid had fused with his body.

Before long, the blistering heat radiated across his skin, with lava temperatures soaring between 900 and 1,400 degrees Celsius.

In a flash, the infernal heat seared the nearby flesh; as moments dragged on, skin, muscle, and even vital organs would cook thoroughly, sealing the victim's doom.

Ultimately, the relentless lava would incinerate him alive, reducing him to a heap of charred remains.

"Ah, save me, save me~"

The mighty man wailed desperately, while the air grew thick with the nauseating stench of roasting flesh.

The odor of burnt human meat made Liu Caidie gag uncontrollably.

The others witnessed his horrific plight and yearned to rush in and save him, yet fear rooted them in place, forcing them to merely observe his anguished cries.

Han Ling’er’s face drained to a ghastly pallor as she yelled, "We can’t let him scream any longer—these, these Flame Scorpions are communal!"

Her words struck terror into all; communal meant multiples lurked nearby, and such shrieks would surely summon hordes more, spelling utter catastrophe.

Realizing this, bewildered looks crossed their faces, everyone wearing grim expressions—situation turning dire, extremely dire.

The veteran guard captain, experienced in such crises, clenched his jaw and advanced, declaring, "Brother, travel well."

With a quick slash of his blade, he mercifully silenced the tormented soul.

Gazing at the strong man’s corpse, the group’s spirits sank; losing a comrade so soon after entry boded ill!

Still, a wave of relief washed over them—at least the screams had ceased, preventing any disturbance to the dormant Flame Scorpions in the vicinity.

With that in mind, Han Ling’er urged, "Alright, no time for grief, get ready to leave—better hurry out of this treacherous place!"

Her command jolted them to attention; indeed, escaping this peril took precedence, or death awaited.

Thus, they shoved aside the sorrow of their fallen ally and prepared to depart.

But as they stirred, a faint noise pierced the air—pfft, splat...

Tiny though it was, the sound froze them all, eyes bulging in dread.

Whirling around, they spotted a little scorpion crawling out from near the prior one’s spot, shaking its head before crudely ejecting a blob of lava mucus; the sight drenched them in icy sweat.

Han Ling’er gulped hard, gesturing with her hand to ignore it and bolt.

All nodded at Han Ling’er’s plan—what better moment to flee?

They pivoted toward the nearby exit, but horror chilled them anew: the loose gravel ahead trembled fiercely.

Rustle~

Rustle, rustle—terror flooded their gazes as tiny scorpions stirred one after another from sleep.

Countless and packed tight, easily one to two thousand at first glance, with countless more rousing afar.

These minuscule scorpions thrived solely on lava, demanding scant resources for survival.

Thanks to those low needs, they bred in vast numbers.

Densely swarming now, sealing off every path—the spectacle made throats bob with hard swallows.

For a moment, uncertainty gripped them all.

Chen Jie scanned left and right, noting more scorpions stirring in the distance; these pint-sized beasts already hunted prey, surging toward them in frenzy.

The little scorpions darted across lava surfaces with blinding speed.

Their featherlight forms let them scamper over molten flows as if on solid earth.

As the scorpion horde charged wildly, Han Ling’er stood petrified in fright, unsure of her next move.

Chen Jiusi could conceal himself no longer, bellowing decisively, "Charge through."

He spearheaded the assault toward the exit, mindful above all to evade encirclement—getting surrounded spelled certain death.

With that resolve, Chen Jie had plunged ahead.

Liu Caidie, placing faith in Chen Jie, cried out, "Follow him."

She dashed right after, and the rest, sensing no time for hesitation, obeyed the call and surged forward.

The team madly barreled into the scorpion throng.

In that instant, Chen Jie drew a freshly forged longspear from his storage ring, superior to the Fire Dragon Spear and enhanced with rare materials by Chen Jiusi.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

At the forefront against the Flame Scorpions, Chen Jie scattered them like fallen autumn leaves, wielding the spear’s might to sweep the foes aside.