Chapter 368: The One Who Falls from the Sky

Chapter 368: The One Who Falls from the Sky

Su Kexin looked like a little girl who hadn’t quite grown up yet, clinging tightly to her dependable Lin Nuo.

For Lin Nuo, being hugged by the protagonist was scarier than stepping into a different realm.

It was terrifying, okay? Who knows if she might suddenly unleash her righteous energy and disperse him on the spot like he’d evaporated?

Lin Nuo quickly said, “I’m not planning to leave. I just took a look around. Let go, otherwise I can’t move.”

“Really not leaving…?”

“Not leaving.”

“Alright, alright.”

Su Kexin finally released her grip. Lin Nuo shot her a glance—this protagonist sure overreacted to little things. How was she supposed to save the world?

The wind was quite strong at the cliff today. Lin Nuo stood at the edge, looking down into the abyss.

From his lofty position, it felt as if he had the vision of a god, surveying everything below.

What was that?

He spotted a shocking scene below the cliff.

It was a battlefield, with thousands of soldiers charging into combat, but suddenly, raging waves surged forth, obliterating the entire force.

Not just the soldiers but even the immortals and practitioners were at the forefront, fighting fiercely against their foes.

Their enemies were a group of individuals clad in blue robes with sharp dragon horns protruding from the sides of their heads.

Their physical features were somewhat distinguishable, yet their faces were completely blurred as if obscured by pixelation—no one’s face was clear.

Is this an action movie? No need for pixelation like in a romantic flick, right?

Or are those down there fighting for love?

“Senior Martial Brother, what is that?” Su Kexin pointed in curiosity and asked, “Is this a war?”

“Looks like it,” Lin Nuo nodded in response, “Oddly enough, we can see their bodies and clothing, but not a glimpse of their faces.”

“Who could they be? Should we leave?”

“Can you leave? Where would we go? We have no idea where this bizarre place is.”

Lin Nuo grumbled, if he hadn’t fallen for the protagonist’s nonsense and placed his hand on the stone tablet, he wouldn’t have ended up in this cursed place.

He wasn’t even sure if he could return. If not, he’d be stuck here for eternity with Su Kexin.

No, what if one day she explodes with power and just takes him away?

Then it would just be her left behind, and she’d become the protagonist of this strange realm while he’d return to his original spirit-enhancing world—where there was no protagonist, and he would become the strongest.

If that development really occurred, he’d be calling it an inside job.

“Uh… So what do we do now?”

Su Kexin tugged at Lin Nuo’s sleeve, pouting. She felt like she’d said something wrong that annoyed him, feeling like a little girl who made a mistake, and lowered her voice.

“Let’s just watch. They shouldn’t be able to reach us here.”

Lin Nuo crossed his arms, calm as always. Who were those people? No one was explaining anything to him, so how would he know?

Just watching a show was fine.

The battle below the cliff was incredibly fierce, with countless lives perishing in the chaos. Even highly skilled immortals and practitioners met cruel fates.

Lin Nuo noticed that those beings with dragon horns were unstoppable, slicing through the opposition as if they had cheat codes, striking from east to west, while rows of armored warriors became mere souls at their hands.

Everyone was falling, blood flowing like rivers.

It was a one-sided slaughter, with the other side unable to fight back at all.

And the numbers were drastically uneven—it certainly wasn’t an exaggeration to say one could take on thousands.

Su Kexin felt a pang of heartache. This large-scale slaughter was simply unbearable to look at.

Meanwhile, Lin Nuo appeared extremely calm, showing not a trace of fluctuation.

Back in the day, he swung his sword from east to west, north to south, and had seen much larger scenes without a hint of panic.

The dragon-horned individuals had almost wiped out everyone else, then their eyes all shifted toward Lin Nuo and Su Kexin.

It seemed they had found them.

Then they charged towards Lin Nuo and the others.

They moved like high beings capable of flight, leaping forward with effortless grace.

They were getting closer.

However, Lin Nuo still couldn’t see their faces.

Full of pixelation, their faces were utterly concealed.

As they approached, Su Kexin panicked and quickly tugged at Lin Nuo’s sleeve:

“Senior Martial Brother, Senior Martial Brother, they’re coming! What should we do?!”

Lin Nuo stared at the group, paused for a moment, then simply said one word:

“Run.”

He quickly turned to retreat, and Su Kexin hurriedly followed.

But it turned out they were like trapped in a narrow space; stepping out meant returning to the original spot—right at the cliff’s edge.

They could only move about ten meters; if they exceeded that limit, they’d be pulled back to where they started.

That’s why Lin Nuo had jumped off the cliff only to return here again.

“Okay, we really can’t run.”

Lin Nuo had no choice but to draw his sharp long sword, facing the incoming enemy group.

If they were coming to kill him, there was no choice but to fight.

“Wonder who set up this ridiculous trap.”

“I’m going to fight alongside you, Senior Martial Brother.”

Su Kexin’s resolve solidified. Since there was no escape, they might as well face the enemies together.

Lin Nuo sensed the strength of that group; just their sheer presence was imposing.

They were coming closer.

He gripped the long sword tightly, preparing for the moment the dragon-horned individuals reached them, not knowing how long he could hold. He hoped they’d be okay.

If things got dire, he’d eat a Fury Pill and take them down.

Just as that group was about to close in on them, suddenly, two beams of spiritual light shot out from either side, striking the dragon-horned beings.

In an instant, they all vanished.

Not only that, but the surging waters and countless corpses below the cliff also disappeared.

An illusion?

Lin Nuo mused. Perhaps it was but this scene of slaughter felt too real—far too hard to accept as merely an illusion.

He glanced to his sides and then upwards, spotting a pair of mature men and women falling from the sky.

The man was clad in simple silver armor, while the woman wore a plain white robe.

From their appearances, they appeared to be around thirty years old.

Who were they?

Lin Nuo wasn’t clear, nor was Su Kexin.

Suddenly, the towering cliffs all vanished, revealing an endless expanse of ocean before them.

And there they stood, on the shore, listening to the waves crashing against the rocks.

The scene had switched—a vast ocean this time.

The people remained the same, with Su Kexin still beside him.

Lin Nuo heard footsteps behind and turned to see the man and woman who had just descended from the sky.

The armored man wore a smile and amiably greeted Lin Nuo and Su Kexin:

“Young ones, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lin Nuo sized up the man—armor, short beard, long sword—he looked like a general fresh from the battlefield.

In response to a stranger’s greeting, most people would politely reply and ask about their identity.

But Lin Nuo wasn’t just anyone; he was from the second class.

He shot back a question:

“How happy are you?”