Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day

Chapter 970 678: Blood Race Girl, Yan Yi

"The Suffering Race is in that direction."

Mo Li raised his left hand, pointing into the distance, where the vague silhouette of a similarly towering black mountain could be seen.

"Blood Patterned Black Dragons, Blood Race, Suffering Race, all together?" Li Zheng pondered, thinking to himself: "Is it a coincidence, or has someone deliberately arranged it this way?"

Within Xiaoying's body, among the five paths of evolution, three are here, while another, the lineage of the Enchanting Demon Queen, is within the Matrix.

The last path is called 'Saintess of Destruction.'

Li Zheng asked: "Have you heard of the Saintess of Destruction? Which race is she from?"

"Never have." Mo Li shook his head: "But anything with the word 'destruction' is basically related to the Bloody ones, you might want to check in the areas where they gather."

Li Zheng caught the malice in Mo Li's words: "You want to trick me into going there and then be attacked and killed by the Bloody ones, so you can justifiably leave Xiaoying within the Blood Patterned Black Dragon Race?"

"Oh?" Mo Li feigned surprise: "I wasn't aware that I had such an idea?"

"Pretentious." Li Zheng snorted coldly, spreading the Demon Thunder Wings on his back, swiftly flying forward.

Mirel also spread the wings unique to the Enchanting Demon Race, following closely behind.

Under the hood Mo Li wore long-term, the corners of her delicate mouth curled into a sinister arc, as if her plan had succeeded.

Whoosh!

A pair of giant wings sprung from her back, each side extending over ten meters, pitch black, giving off a mysterious light.

Joints ended thickly and prominently, carrying an intense ruggedness.

Compared to those huge wings, Mo Li's comparatively small stature in between made one wonder if a strong flap might tear her apart.

Mo Li's flying speed was incredibly fast, catching up to Li Zheng with just a flap, leading the group at the front.

They passed near the Blood Race's territory, flying by the mountain.

Li Zheng turned his head to look at the mountain, glimpsing only a shadow of a big mountain through the dense white mist.

Whenever his gaze crossed certain directions, Prelis' Eye occasionally reacted, indicating which areas were inhabited by the Blood Race.

Members of the Blood Race were generally strong; Li Zheng saw even the weakest one had a Super God Basic Level power, but they were few in number.

Most possessed strength above the basic level.

Suddenly, a patch of white mist rolled several times, a pale face peeking out from within, extremely youthful, a fair-looking girl.

The Blood Race girl glared at Li Zheng, fiercely and childishly cursing: "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Then she shouted at Mo Li: "Big bug, fly away, your wing flapping noise is too loud, disturbing my sleep!"

Mo Li couldn't be bothered to respond, but stopped flying forward, hovering in mid-air, flapping her wings harder and louder.

The Blood Race girl covered her ears and shouted: "Big bug, I'm going to tell my great-grandmother about this! You're doomed! Hmph!"

With that, unable to tolerate the noise, she turned around and dove back into the white mist.

Li Zheng saw a petite figure agilely moving within the mist, gradually fading away, disappearing.

"This is..." Li Zheng was puzzled, realizing the Blood Race girl's strength was just at the Super God Middle Tier, yet she dared to be so audacious to Mo Li, whose powers were immeasurable; wasn't she afraid of angering Mo Li and being killed on the spot?

"That young girl is Yan Yi, the seventh generation descendant of the current Blood Queen, she's spoiled by her family." Mo Li explained helplessly: "Now you should understand why I said to stay away from them?"

Li Zheng frowned: "Spoiled like this, isn't she afraid of one day offending a strong person and causing trouble for her family?"

He felt that the Blood Race girl Yan Yi was a spoiled brat, her character prone to causing trouble, provoking someone she shouldn't.

"If you knew how protective the Blood Race is, you'd understand." Mo Li's expression changed, urging: "Quick, let's go."

With her words, those massive wings flapped twice, instantly flying several thousand meters away.

Li Zheng turned to look back, seeing the mountain occupied by the Blood Race, figures swarming out of the mist, pale men and women flying out.

The Blood Race men were handsome, the women were beautiful, their looks unparalleled, comparable to those of Mirel's Enchanting Demon Race.

Yan Yi stood beside a magnificently dressed woman in a blood-red robe, arrogantly shouting: "Big bug, if you have the skills, don't run! I'm going to let my great-grandmother spank you!"

The woman affectionately patted Yan Yi's head: "Don't be mad, Little Yi, let your great-grandmother handle this."

As she spoke, she waved her hand: "To the Black Dragon Ancestral Land!"

"Understood!"

Hundreds of Blood Race members responded in unison, all speeding up, a pair of slender, bat-like wings spread wide behind them, shooting forward like arrows pursuing Li Zheng and his group.

Compared to Li Zheng's Demon Thunder Wings, they were slightly faster, their distance closing in steadily.

Mo Li glanced back, instructing Li Zheng and Mirel: "Fly straight ahead in this direction, once you see a mountain range, you'll have reached my Black Dragon Race's territory, I'm retreating to take shelter."

With those words, she left them behind, the frequency of her wing flaps increased, her speed accelerated instantaneously, disappearing from sight in a flash.

"..." Li Zheng looked in the direction Mo Li had fled, then at the incensed Blood Race behind them, feeling the urge to curse.

Mirel asked: "What do we do now?"

"What else can we do?" Li Zheng replied helplessly: "Try reasoning with them, if that doesn't work, we'll use another method of reasoning."

Mirel said: "We probably can't defeat that many people, except for that Yan Yi, I'm no match for any of them."

Li Zheng reassured her: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

He took some healing drugs in his left hand, shaking his right hand mid-air: "Spear, come!"

The Black Dragon Spear responded, appearing in his grip, a dragon's roar faintly echoing in his ears.

The two were quickly overtaken by the Blood Race, surrounded by hundreds of members, watching them with amusement.

"Great-grandmother, he glared at me earlier, I want to gouge his eyes!" Yan Yi shouted at Li Zheng.

The Blood Queen stared at Li Zheng for a moment, her gaze falling on Mirel, a flicker of emotion in her eyes, soothing Yan Yi: "Be good, Little Yi, let great-grandmother handle this for you."

"Alright!" Yan Yi nodded obediently, pointing at Li Zheng with a sly smile: "You're doomed!"

The Blood Queen approached Li Zheng, ignoring the weapon in his hand, speaking gently: "Are you a guest of the Black Dragon Race?"

Li Zheng gripped the Black Dragon Spear tightly, cautiously replying: "In a manner of speaking."

The Blood Queen looked at Mirel: "And this lady is?"

"My wife." Li Zheng sheltered Mirel behind him.

"Oh?" The Blood Queen raised her brows slightly: "From now on, she's not; Yan Yi will be your wife, she can only be a concubine."

Yan Yi: "???"

Li Zheng: "???"

Mirel: "???"

The Blood Race members: "...!?"