Chapter 867: Which faction are you on?
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A strong wind from high altitude instantly enveloped him.
At an altitude of 10,000 meters, there were no parachutes and no deceleration equipment.
Zhou Huai plummeted straight down to the ground.
A strong feeling of weightlessness came over me, and the wind was sharp.
But Zhou Huai remained expressionless.
Bang!
A few minutes later, a muffled thud echoed through the wilderness on the edge of the Free Federation.
There was no earthquake or landslide, and no deep crater was created.
Zhou Huai's feet were firmly planted on the rocky ground, without even bending his knees.
His powerful physique, typical of someone on the verge of transcendence, allowed him to fall from a height of ten thousand meters as if walking on flat ground.
As soon as he landed, Zhou Huai's appearance began to change.
His originally Asian face was rapidly reshaped through the movement of his muscles and bones.
His short black hair grew rapidly and turned golden.
His black pupils turned turquoise.
His facial features became more defined and three-dimensional.
In just a few seconds.
Zhou Huai has completely transformed into the likeness of the Holy King Arthur.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall, upright posture.
Even when dressed in ordinary casual clothes, the aura of authority emanating from him is still undeniable.
In a free federation that reveres Western bloodlines and power, this appearance is the best disguise.
at the same time.
The moment Zhou Huai's feet touched the ground.
A strange sensation rose from the soles of his feet.
It was as if countless invisible roots sprouted from beneath his feet.
The roots pierce the ground from the center of the feet, spreading outwards like a huge, dense net.
Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...
This feeling is very strange.
It is similar to the spatial perception of Viktor, the Herrscher of the Void.
However, upon closer examination, there are fundamental differences.
Viktor's perception is a dimensional scan from above and a cold data analysis, vast in scope but lacking in vitality.
While our current perception may not be as exaggerating in scope, it is more delicate and nuanced, and also clearer.
Within this area where invisible roots spread.
Zhou Huai didn't need to use his eyes to see or his ears to hear.
You can clearly perceive that, ten meters underground, a mutated mole is gnawing on tree roots;
Two kilometers away in the ruins, several low-ranking professionals from the Free Federation were arguing over a few crystal cores.
It can even accurately detect the breathing rate and heartbeat of strange beasts hidden in the shadows and passing professionals.
All vital signs and energy flows are fully revealed within this network of roots.
This is probably the effect of Rahil's Immortal Roots.
As his perception range continued to expand, Zhou Huai frowned slightly.
Just as they sensed they were about to cross the provincial border.
Zhou Huai's heart skipped a beat.
He sensed an extremely powerful sensory force!
This force, like an invisible giant net woven from higher-dimensional laws, was directly overturned over the entire Free Federation.
It has no physical form, yet it is everywhere.
Even the slightest energy fluctuation is under the surveillance of this network.
Zhou Huai's eyes narrowed, and before his faint life fluctuations triggered the alarm, he decisively severed the long-distance root connection.
He abruptly and forcefully withdrew his outward-expanding senses.
Zhou Huai stood still, calmed his breathing, and looked up at the gray sky.
Just as he had guessed.
The entire Free Federation is now enveloped by this immense power of perception.
Looking at the present world, only Mr. Duan could set up such a grand and high-dimensional formation.
Zhou Huai sneered inwardly; this old madman was extremely cautious.
He had assumed that with the opening of the eighth ruin in the far north, Mr. Duan would have rushed to the "Throne of Despair" to suppress the remnants of the old era, leaving his old lair empty.
It now appears that the other party doesn't even need its physical body to be present; it has achieved comprehensive surveillance of the entire Free Federation solely through the laws it left behind.
Any energy burst or spatial leap by a high-level professional will be instantly captured by the giant net.
Fortunately, he was cautious enough not to make a high-profile entry.
Otherwise, given his energy fluctuations as a half-step transcendent being, he would be immediately detected by Mr. Duan once exposed.
To ensure everything went smoothly, Zhou Huai suppressed the energy fluctuations within his body to the extreme.
Rahil's "Immortal Roots" perception effect was minimized, and the detection radius was tightly controlled within two kilometers.
This falls within the scope of professionals with normal sensory perception.
If you completely shut down your senses and act like an ordinary person, you're more likely to attract Mr. Duan's attention.
Maintaining a two-kilometer range of awareness, he blended seamlessly into the continent like an ordinary professional on a mission, without arousing any suspicion.
Zhou Huai made up his mind and began receiving information within a two-kilometer safety radius.
Soon, through the invisible roots beneath his feet, he discovered that two groups of people were fighting each other a kilometer away.
The roots projected distant images into the mind.
The battlefield was an abandoned motel.
Supernatural light burst forth continuously, with fireballs and ice spikes intertwining.
Accompanied by the sound of gunfire from the magic-powered heavy machine gun, large sections of the concrete wall were torn apart.
More than a dozen corpses lay on the ground, their blood staining the dry road.
Both sides were in a frenzy of fighting, still hiding behind cover and unleashing a barrage of firepower.
Judging from the drastically different combat uniforms and badges on both sides, it's probably a clash between two guilds.
In a free federation that champions the survival of the fittest, such things are as common as eating and drinking.
Zhou Huai watched all this without any emotional fluctuation.
This level of fighting was nothing to him.
He is now a half-step transcendent being, capable of severing even a quasi-god-level sea god with a single spear thrust.
He didn't even need to use any skills; just a slight release of the Abyss Dragon's pressure was enough to cause these hundreds of people to collectively explode.
He had no intention of interfering at all.
The only objective now is to ascertain our current location and then discreetly proceed to the territory of the ancient race.
Zhou Huai withdrew his senses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the forest with a normal expression.
He had just stepped onto the cracked asphalt road when a jeep sped towards him.
The vehicle had been roughly modified, with anti-collision spikes welded to the front and a magic-powered heavy machine gun mounted on the roof. It charged forward, kicking up clouds of dust.
Zhou Huai had already seen the situation inside the car beforehand.
A car full of Black people, each carrying a large-caliber weapon, chewing gum and cursing.
Judging from their posture, they're probably heading to provide support on the front lines.
Zhou Huai stood by the roadside, watching the jeep getting closer and closer.
He was new to the area and knew absolutely nothing about it, and was wondering whether he should ask for directions.
He slightly raised his hand, making a gesture to stop the car.
The jeep didn't slow down at all and sped right past him.
The sandstorm, mixed with exhaust fumes, instantly engulfed him.
Zhou Huai lowered his hand and silently watched the taillights of the departing car.
He couldn't be bothered to argue with these low-level professionals. Since they weren't going to stop, he would just walk along the road.
However, less than half a minute later, a screeching sound of tires screeching suddenly came from ahead.
The jeep, which had driven a few hundred meters, suddenly swerved, fishtailed, and turned around on the highway before roaring back to the starting point.
With a sharp screech of brakes, the car came to a stop in front of Zhou Huai.
The sand and gravel kicked up by the wheels came crashing down on Zhou Huai, but were deflected by an invisible force field just half a foot away.
The car window rolled down.
The passenger in the front seat was a man with dreadlocks wearing tactical sunglasses, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a dagger in his hand, looking Zhou Huai up and down.
Looking at Zhou Huai's blond hair and blue eyes, and his casual clothes that offered no protection whatsoever.
The man with dreadlocks stopped what he was doing, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He tapped the car door with the back of his dagger, making a crisp clanging sound.
"Hey, buddy."
Which faction are you from?