Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1572 - 809: Mutation Reborn

She hesitated for a moment, but still hid the High-grade Spirit Stones that Gu Sheng had given her close to her body.

When she slung on her bundle and rushed out of the inn’s main door, Gu Sheng’s figure was already waiting there.

He was carrying a heavy leather bag made of some special material in his hand, obviously supplies he had just retrieved from Linyin Pavilion.

The chaos and sounds of slaughter in the small town were right at hand. On the east and west sides, the makeshift defensive lines hastily organized by the Head Hunting Gang and the Array Breaking Gang had already clashed in close quarters with the vanguard of the residual souls!

Screams, furious roars, and the explosive booms of energy collisions rang out incessantly.

In mid-air, countless twisted residual soul figures dove down, each swoop accompanied by the miserable screams of Martial Artists and the rippling shock of Divine Souls being torn apart.

The defensive radiance, under the impact of the vast tide of residual souls, was on the verge of collapse. Martial Artists were falling one after another, their bodies completely unscathed, yet the light in their eyes utterly extinguished, their Divine Souls devoured clean.

"Big Brother!"

Gu Yuan ran to Gu Sheng’s side. Looking at the scene before her, especially when she saw some familiar faces collapse silently under the pouncing residual souls, there was reluctance and struggle in her eyes.

She abruptly raised her head to look at Gu Sheng, her voice tinged with pleading.

"Big Brother! You... you’re so strong, can you... can you make a move to help them? Save this camp?"

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield. Those silhouettes of Martial Artists who were resisting with all their might yet were continuously submerged by the residual souls entered his eyes.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in his gaze.

"Twenty thousand Earth Martial Realm residual souls, mixed with Sect Realm, and they keep coming without end."

Gu Sheng’s voice was cold and rational.

"The Martial Artists here have uneven cultivation, their hearts are not united, each fighting on their own. With them, this place cannot be held. If I make a move, I may delay it for a moment, but I cannot change the outcome. It will only draw more residual souls to besiege us, and may even alarm more terrifying existences deep within the ruins."

He paused, his gaze falling on Gu Yuan’s face.

"Staying will do nothing but send a few more lives to their deaths; it’s meaningless. Leaving now is the only choice."

Gu Yuan looked into Gu Sheng’s eyes that showed no emotional fluctuation at all, then looked again at the defensive lines in the distance that were being repeatedly battered and shattered by the tide of residual souls, and at the growing number of figures falling into the darkness...

The trace of reluctance and struggle in her eyes was ultimately replaced by a kind of cold, brutal sense of reality.

Yes, they couldn’t save them. Staying would only be a road to death.

She was no savior, just a bottom-tier Martial Artist struggling to survive.

She still had her own secrets, and that faint hope hidden in the Thousand Souls Hall...

She pressed down the complicated emotions in her heart, and her gaze grew firm once more.

"I understand, Big Brother. I’ll go with you!"

Gu Sheng said nothing further and handed the leather bag in his hand to her.

"Hold it well."

Gu Yuan hurriedly took it. It was heavy to the touch; clearly it was filled with supplies prepared by Linyin Pavilion.

"Hold on tight to my waist."

Gu Sheng’s voice came.

Gu Yuan’s body stiffened.

Although her identity had already been exposed, this kind of intimate physical contact of "holding his waist tight" still made her feel a sudden, intense shyness. Her cheeks warmed slightly. But the situation was critical; she had no room to hesitate.

She bit down lightly, cast aside distracting thoughts, stepped forward, stretched out both arms, and tightly wrapped them around Gu Sheng’s waist.

Through clothing that wasn’t particularly thick, she could clearly feel the tough, explosive muscle lines at his waist and abdomen, as well as that steady and powerful heartbeat.

A faint breath of his scent slipped into her nose, making her heart inexplicably speed up a little, her cheeks flushing even redder.

Gu Sheng showed no reaction to this, as if he was merely carrying a piece of luggage.

He formed a seal with one hand and uttered a low shout.

"Rise!"

An invisible force instantly wrapped around the two of them.

Gu Yuan only felt a lightness under her feet, and then her entire body was taken up into the air, shooting toward the direction opposite the path of that massive dark cloud—deeper into the ruins of the Ancient City!

The speed was incredibly fast! The rushing wind slammed into her face, making it almost impossible for Gu Yuan to open her eyes. She could only cling tightly to Gu Sheng’s waist, burying her face against his back, feeling the powerful pushback brought by that astonishing speed.

Below them, the chaotic small town shrank rapidly in her field of vision, receding into the distance.

That dark cloud of residual souls was surging in from another direction, already less than a few miles from the town!

Desperate cries and sounds of slaughter were drowned out by the howling wind.

Gu Sheng’s Sky-controlling speed was extremely fast, almost skimming the tops of the shattered buildings and jagged strange rocks along the outer perimeter of the ruins.

He did not choose to charge straight into the higher sky; that would make them too large a target, easily turning them into the focus of the residual souls.

Flying at low altitude required constant avoidance of obstacles, but it was relatively more concealed.

They had just left the town’s bounds by more than ten miles and penetrated the outer zone of the ruins when Gu Sheng’s speed suddenly slowed, finally coming to a hover in mid-air.

Gu Yuan, feeling the change in speed, cautiously lifted her head and looked ahead.

She saw that on the originally relatively open wasteland of ruins before them, a layer of grayish mist had risen at some unknown time.

Within the mist, vague and indistinct, several dozen twisted, semi-transparent humanoid outlines emerged!

They exuded a cold, deathly aura, and their empty eye sockets seemed to pierce through the fog, locking firmly onto the two in mid-air!

These residual souls had clearly been drawn by the aura of their high-speed movement and had intercepted them in advance up ahead!

Gu Sheng, carrying Gu Yuan as he flew through the sky, moved so fast that in an instant he had thrown the chaotic small town far behind.

On the ground below, those Martial Artists who were fleeing for their lives or desperately resisting only felt a vague shadow flash above their heads with a sharp whistling of air, so fast that they couldn’t even see what it was.