27: Gungun is shocked, the God of War turns into a leg pendant

Immediately after, an even more terrifying and violent Qi, like a volcanic eruption, surged out from the entrance of the deep Ice Rift Valley!

The snow and wind momentarily froze under this Qi.

Mo Yan instinctively glanced back while running.

He only saw a deep blue cold mist surging out from the entrance of the Ice Rift Valley.

Within the cold mist, a pair of enormous eyes, emitting a cold, eerie glow, could vaguely be seen, sweeping indifferently in the direction they were fleeing.

With just one glance, Mo Yan felt his entire body's blood about to freeze!

It was an absolute suppression from a higher life-level!

He immediately averted his gaze, not daring to look again, his heart pounding wildly.

"What the hell was that thing..." Mo Yan cursed in his heart, his teeth almost shattering, adrenaline surging, pushing his speed to the absolute limit once more.

That thing didn't seem to chase them immediately, but the terrifying pressure enveloped everyone's hearts like a shadow, spurring them on, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The return journey felt much longer than the way there.

Everyone was overdrawing their physical strength, mechanically moving their feet.

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes lashed at their faces, leaving a stinging pain.

But no one complained, and no one stopped.

Everyone knew that once they stopped, they might never be able to move again.

Gun Gun was still trembling slightly in Mo Yan's arms; the little fellow was clearly very frightened.

While running, Mo Yan covered its furry back with his palm, trying to calm it down.

At the same time, he was thinking rapidly.

The terrifying existence deep within the Ice Rift Valley far exceeded his expectations.

The notes only recorded Yuan Stone veins and ordinary mutated beasts, with no mention of monsters of this caliber.

Was it originally dormant, or did it appear later?

Regardless, this Yuan Stone excavation had inadvertently awakened an extremely dangerous existence.

The danger level of this ice plain was far higher than he had imagined.

He glanced at the mountain of Yuan Stones piled up in his talent space.

The harvest was immense, but the risk paid was equally great.

It was hard to say whether this venture was a profit or a loss.

At least for a short period, the direction of the Ice Rift Valley was absolutely off-limits.

Time passed bit by bit.

The terrifying pressure behind them, as the distance widened, finally began to gradually weaken and dissipate.

Everyone's taut nerves relaxed slightly, but their steps still dared not slow down.

The sky gradually darkened.

The wind and snow showed no signs of abating.

The Soldiers relied on their Physical Training II endurance, and their will to survive, to desperately hold on.

The accumulated snow was knee-deep, making every step exceptionally difficult.

They trudged through the darkness for an unknown duration.

Just as the team reached its limit, a few faint, warm orange-yellow lights finally appeared through the dark wind and snow ahead.

The time for the joint defensive battle at nine in the evening was drawing nearer and nearer.

They had to return to the territory before the monster siege began!

Mo Yan glanced at Gun Gun in his arms; it had calmed down a bit.

But it still clung tightly to him.

He gently patted Gun Gun: "It's okay, we're almost home."

"Gulu..." Gun Gun responded weakly.

Its small body twisted uneasily, seemingly still able to sense that distant threat.

"It's the territory's bonfire!" Wang Wu's hoarse voice carried wild joy.

"Almost there, push harder!" Mo Yan's taut heartstring loosened slightly.

Seeing that familiar light, like a lighthouse of hope in the dark wind and snow.

The exhausted team seemed to be injected with a final burst of strength, and their speed suddenly increased.

Finally, the outline of the territory's wooden wall appeared at the edge of their vision.

The Soldiers on the wall, standing guard against the wind and snow, discovered them and immediately let out joyful shouts.

"Lord Mo Yan is back!"

"They're back!"

The remaining Soldiers and residents rushed out from their warm wooden houses, braving the wind and snow to gather near the gate, their faces filled with excitement and worry.

The territory gate was wide open, the warm bonfire light dispelling the bitter cold outside, but it couldn't dispel the lingering terror in everyone's hearts.

"Lord! You're finally back! We were so worried!"

The captain who stayed behind quickly stepped forward, his tone urgent, his gaze swiftly sweeping over the exhausted team.

When he saw Mo Yan returning in such a disheveled state with his team, especially the few injured Soldiers and the little fellow in the Lord's arms who had never been so distraught.

The worry on the faces of the captain and the welcoming residents instantly froze.

It then turned into shock and lingering fear.

"It's okay, we're back." Mo Yan nodded, his voice hoarse from the long run.

He carefully placed the still trembling Gun Gun on the ground; the little fellow immediately hugged his calf, its furry body curled into a ball, refusing to let go.

Mo Yan's gaze swept over the tired, wind-chapped, and even blood-stained faces, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Wang Wu!"

"Here!" Wang Wu braced himself, standing straight, his face full of exhaustion.

"Take the injured brothers to the wooden house to treat their wounds." Mo Yan instructed, then looked at Wang Wu, "How are the injuries? Tell me in detail."

Wang Wu quickly reported: "Reporting, Lord, we lost three shields and five spears."

"Seven brothers were injured, two of whom were struck by an Ice Armor Beast and are more severely wounded, likely needing several days to recover."

Mo Yan frowned slightly, two seriously injured.

He didn't hesitate, directly exchanging four low-level healing potions emitting a gentle green glow from the System Mall and handing them to Wang Wu:

"Take these. Give two to each of the severely injured brothers. Go quickly, don't delay."

Wang Wu looked at the potion bottles emitting a life-like aura, his eyes widened in surprise, and he carefully took them:

"Yes, Lord, I'll go right away. With these potions, the brothers will definitely recover faster!"

He immediately turned around, called out to the other uninjured Soldiers, carefully helped the two severely injured ones, and quickly walked towards the wooden house.

Mo Yan then looked at the others: "The rest of you, rest on the spot and replenish your strength. Change out of your wet clothes, don't catch a cold."

"Yes! Lord!" The Soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

Many of them directly collapsed onto the snow beside the bonfire, panting heavily, greedily absorbing the warmth from the bonfire.

Someone unfastened their frozen helmet, revealing a face full of exhaustion and lingering fear.

Their eyes intertwined with the relief of escaping death and the lingering dread brought from the depths of that darkness.

Mo Yan looked down at the little fellow clinging tightly to his pant leg; it was still burying its head, even its furry ears drooping, its entire body curled into a ball.

Even its favorite bamboo was abandoned nearby.

He gently stroked Gun Gun's trembling back, his voice very soft: "It's okay, Gun Gun, we're home, you're safe."

"Gulu... wuwu..." Gun Gun let out a faint whimper, burying its small head even deeper.

Clearly, the pressure from the terrifying existence deep within the ice cave had left it with psychological trauma.

Mo Yan sighed inwardly; this time, he had truly scared the little fellow badly.

He no longer tried to pull it away, letting it seek a sense of security.

He straightened his body, his gaze searching through the crowd.

His voice returned to its usual calm: "Where is Aunt Zhao?"