It has been more than half a month since he came here, but he still can't find any trace of Xue'er and Tiantian, not even a clue.

"If we can't find it tomorrow, we will go to other tribes."

late at night.

Yang Yi sat on the tree, looking at the sky like ink without sleepiness.

Just a few days ago, Long Qier had told Yang Yi about that

A matter of one day.

The so-called day was actually a test, and this test was the disaster that Patriarch Han Ao mentioned. It was also mentioned by Long Qi'er's sister Long Lin'er and Senior Hua Xu.

This test is not just for humans, but for all living things on the entire planet. After passing this test, all life forms will be forced to begin to merge.

As for the so-called fusion, it means devouring and killing each other.

In fact, Long Qi'er couldn't remember how brutal the fusion process was, but what was certain was that once the fusion was successful, some ordinary people could become practitioners, and the weakest ones would also reach Xuanli.

Moreover, such fusion is not just once. As the number of fusions increases, the strength will become stronger. In Long Qier's memory, there was once a person who fused nine times, and his strength has exceeded that of all the people on this planet.

It was consistent with the ability to carry it, so during the tenth evolution, he disappeared.

Where he went, no one knows.

Having said that, the process of fusion is inseparable from devouring, so the drawback of fusion is control, which will be controlled by more powerful evolvers.

A picture suddenly appeared in Yang Yi's mind.

The entire blue planet is littered with corpses, and everywhere you look is blood and human bones, exuding a foul stench.

The sun has long since dimmed, the air is full of haze, and the sky has turned blood red, which is depressing.

Only the survivors were left, covered in blood, walking forward in a daze and empty manner, aimlessly as to where they were going and where they were going.

Yang Yi suddenly felt a panic. He didn't dare to think about it any further. If the earth really turned into what Yang Yi imagined, what would he do? His family, his friends

What should we do?

"Hoo! Hoo!"

After thinking wildly for a long time, Yang Yi was ready to take a rest. At this time, the familiar sound of the horn sounded throughout the entire mountain tribe.

Yang Yi suddenly jumped down from the tree, looked at Long Qi'er, and then looked in a certain direction, where the sound came from.

At that time, the Sixth Elder had given him a phalanx horn, which was used to send out a distress signal. In other words, the people of the mountain tribe were in danger!

“Go check it out!”

Long Qi'er came to his senses before Yang Yi. His figure flashed and disappeared with Yang Yi. Two minutes later, the sound of the horn disappeared.

The two people shuttled through the air at high speed. No one knew what was happening, but as they got closer, they could see that the sky in the distance seemed to become blood red, and there were large tracts of burning flames, swallowing up the people.

Tribes on the edge.

The distance of a hundred miles was no longer difficult for Long Qi'er, so in less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them had arrived at the scene.

At this time, one of the ethnic groups had already set off a blazing flame, and the sound of fighting could not be heard.

In the sky, there were three practitioners of the Lingjie Realm who were fighting each other. Yang Yi could tell that one of the men wearing animal skins was the leader of the tribe.

As for the clothes the other two were wearing, they were exactly the same as him. It was obvious at a glance that they were from the surface of the earth just like him.

"Qi'er, go help, I'll go take a look below!"
Chapter completed!