Chapter 791
Chapter 791
Han Changkong saw Fan Hong's embarrassed expression and quickly explained:
"Deputy Commander, there's no need to worry. As long as you don't cause the divine crystal to collide during transportation, there's virtually no danger. I've tested this many times before, and as long as you're careful and cautious, you'll definitely be able to deliver it safely."
Because once this thing is beyond the range of his spiritual awareness, it will no longer be under his control, so it is better to make things clear.
Hearing this, Fan Hong could only suppress the anxiety in his heart and carefully put the wooden box into his personal space. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing some priceless treasure.
"Commander Fang, I'll take my leave now."
After saying this, his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint ripple in space, proving that he had stayed there.
Fang Hao then turned to look at Han Changkong and said:
"Li Heizi, I heard from the City Lord that your cultivation hasn't recovered yet. After this battle, the Protoss in Battlefield 10 will probably not rashly start another war. So, you should return to Vanguard City and retreat. There, you'll have a safe environment to recuperate and speed up your recovery."
Fang Hao pondered in his heart, and put himself in their shoes. Ten thousand gods died in one go, and were wiped out in an instant. If the gods used the same method, he would definitely not dare to act rashly.
Moreover, the Demon Clan only has 50,000 combatants at this time, which is far less powerful than the God Clan.
But Han Changkong was very smart. He knew that if he returned to Pioneer City, he would have no chance to use the formation to extract the divine power beads, and his training plan would be completely disrupted.
"Sir, I'd better recover on the flying boat. I'm afraid the gods might suddenly attack. Maybe I can come up with other countermeasures. On this battlefield, I might be able to adapt to the situation and contribute to the battle."
After listening to Han Changkong's words, Fang Hao thought for a moment and felt that there was some truth in it.
This kid is full of clever ideas. He used the injuries on his body as an opportunity to invent the incredibly powerful "grenade".
This train of thought is really hard to understand, maybe he can come up with some new ideas.
"Okay, then you can find a place to retreat. I still have to coordinate many matters regarding the injured. The brothers from Yuanjia Town will follow you."
"Thank you, sir."
Han Changkong bowed respectfully to express his gratitude.
"Yeah, go ahead."
Fang Hao waved his hand, signaling him to leave.
Han Changkong led the Yuan family and flew directly into the deep forest behind.
Half an hour later, they found a waterfall in a quiet place.
The waterfall is like a white jade dragon, rushing down from the towering mountain top. The water hits the rocks below, splashing layers of water, scattering like broken jade.
The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves, forming gorgeous rainbows around the waterfall, which is like a dream.
The roar of the waterfall echoes in the valley, like a majestic music played by nature, which is breathtaking.
The surrounding trees are lush and green, and their branches and leaves sway gently in the breeze, as if dancing for the spectacular waterfall.
"Yuan Yan, help me arrange for someone to open a cave behind the waterfall, and then you can also open a cave. We will retreat here for a while."
Han Changkong looked at the waterfall and had a plan in mind.
"Yes, Captain." Yuan Yan took the order and left.
After witnessing the terrifying power of the "grenade", several people were convinced of Han Changkong.
Moreover, Han Changkong usually has a cheerful personality and treats them like his own brothers, never considering himself as an outsider at all.
Soon, with everyone working together, the cave was successfully opened up.
"Thank you, brothers. You can all return to your caves and practice in seclusion."
Han Changkong said to everyone with gratitude.
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