110. A Level-Ten Powerhouse (Please Vote Monthly)

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After finishing the last IV drip this morning, I quickly typed up a chapter. Thank you all for waiting patiently; my condition, 45, is nearly recovered. I appreciate everyone's care and support. From today onward, updates will return to normal. The chapters missed the past two days will definitely be made up next week. Also, the next chapter will be updated in the evening.

What Zhong Yun desires most now is to create a spatial sensor, reestablish contact with Xiao Ling, and return to Wol Star.

There is a saying: “Fortune does not come in pairs, misfortune never comes alone.” This perfectly describes Zhong Yun’s recent experiences. Since the spaceship accident, Zhong Yun has narrowly escaped death multiple times. Though lucky to land on this unknown planet, it is far from safe here.

The oppressive and grim atmosphere in the native village shocked Zhong Yun. Led by an elderly native, all the warriors preparing for battle knelt on one knee, their right hands pressed to their chests, faces solemnly lifted to the sky, praying to their gods.

The old native spoke passionately in their language, then suddenly drew his right hand slowly across his left cheek, leaving a deep blood streak.

All the warriors followed suit, carving blood marks on their faces. Finally, the elder raised his head with a mighty roar, and all the natives—whether warriors heading out or women and children remaining in the huts—joined in the powerful cry.

It was a roar of anger, a roar of courage, a silent vow to fight the enemy to the end.

Zhong Yun felt his blood surge, swept up by the solemn spirit of the natives, a fierce passion stirring within his chest.

After the pre-battle ritual concluded, the warriors lined up to receive their weapons.

Without hesitation, Zhong Yun joined the line. The native handing out weapons froze for a moment upon seeing him but then solemnly passed him a sharpened wooden spear.

Yu Daoqing looked at him in surprise but said nothing. Once everyone was ready, she waved her hand and took the lead toward the direction where the sounds were coming from.

Zhong Yun closely followed behind her. The natives split into three groups: one trailing Yu Daoqing, another led by a tall native heading in a different direction, and the last remaining behind to protect the village’s elderly and children.

Zhong Yun glanced back and counted roughly seventy people following him. Everyone pressed their lips tight, their expressions grave. For a while, only the chaotic sound of footsteps filled the forest.

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After about a thousand meters, Zhong Yun saw the enemy: a strange creature, entirely pink, about one meter tall, with two deep red eyes covering about one-third of its face. Short antennae protruded from its head. Its mouth was enormous, stretching to its ears, gaping like a basin—clearly no benign being.

A large group of these creatures surged toward Zhong Yun and his companions—at least three to four hundred. Agile and swift, they seemed almost drugged with excitement upon spotting the natives, accelerating toward them.

Only fifty meters separated them now. Yu Daoqing gave a sharp whistle. The seventy natives behind her quickly formed small combat squads of five, with Yu Daoqing leading a wedge-shaped formation.

Only Zhong Yun was directly behind her—he never expected to be the vanguard but had no choice but to steel himself and charge forward with her.

Like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, the natives, most over two meters tall, easily toppled the pink creatures, which only reached their waists, with their spears.

The strangest was Yu Daoqing—using some unknown technique, the creatures stopped three meters from her, then one by one collapsed, rolling on the ground, spewing green liquid from their mouths, their fate uncertain. Zhong Yun watched in astonishment.

This was his first encounter with such creatures, and he studied their traits carefully. The pink monsters were agile, their bodies extremely flexible, capable of bending at impossible angles.

Their weapons were jagged, white teeth and long claws measuring two to three decimeters, incredibly sharp. Zhong Yun saw with his own eyes that the sturdy parasol wood spears, as tough as special steel, had layers of wood chipped off by their claws. If caught, it would be like slicing through tofu.

Though vastly outnumbering the natives—four or five times their number—the pink creatures posed little real threat. In under five minutes, the creatures were slaughtered, with only five natives lost. Zhong Yun only struck once, pinning the last fleeing creature to the ground.

Despite near victory, there was no joy. After hastily dealing with their fallen comrades, they moved on.

At the village’s outer wall, Zhong Yun witnessed a brutal scene: over a thousand pink monsters besieged dozens of native warriors. Despite using the complex terrain to their advantage, the natives were in grave danger.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, the bloodied warriors’ morale soared, pushing back the monsters in a tight circle of stabbing deaths.

Yet Zhong Yun felt no optimism. The seventy reinforcements could kill the thousand creatures easily, but the monsters kept jumping over the walls in endless streams, growing in number. No matter how skilled the natives, they would be worn down to death unless the monsters were pushed beyond the wall.

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If only there were an electromagnetic cannon, Zhong Yun thought with regret. But he quickly adjusted his mindset—if the situation became untenable, he would immediately retreat with Yu Daoqing, take Zhang Xiao, and leave the village to save their lives.

Just as he made this decision, he saw something that shocked him deeply. Yu Daoqing, running ahead, suddenly lifted off the ground—yes, she flew. Zhong Yun’s eyes widened to their limits, his footing faltered, nearly causing him to fall.

Yu Daoqing soared above the standoff. Taking a deep breath, she let out a piercing whistle, sending visible ripples through the air toward the pink creatures gathered along the wall.

The pink monsters seemed to sense danger and scattered in all directions—but too late. Where the ripples passed, all the creatures trembled, spewed large amounts of green liquid, then collapsed limp.

That single attack killed nearly half the monsters. The humanoid mech suit was truly fearsome.

The battle's momentum instantly reversed. The sixty or so fresh native warriors, now emboldened, cut down the terrified creatures, driving them beyond the wall within moments, leaving a ground littered with corpses.

Yu Daoqing slowly descended before Zhong Yun, who gave her a thumbs-up. He never imagined this woman was the legendary Level Ten warrior, famed for being able to defeat a mech suit.

Suddenly, Zhong Yun sensed something was wrong. Yu Daoqing’s body trembled twice and she nearly collapsed. He quickly caught her. “Are you okay?” he asked with his eyes.

She gently shook her head and rested her head on his shoulder. It seemed the recent attack had drained her strength.

Zhong Yun held her firmly, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind—her eyes didn’t look like those of someone simply exhausted.