Chapter 71
It's getting anxious!
Jiang Han had just unzipped his backpack, but hadn't even put his hand inside yet.
The air at the bottom of the well suddenly froze.
Followed by.
A visible white wave of gas, like an intercontinental missile being launched, gushed out of the wellhead with a loud bang!
"roar--!!!"
This time, it was no longer a telepathic communication within my mind.
It is a real, physical sonic attack!
The sound was indescribable in human language.
It sounds like ten thousand bulls roaring at the same time, like thunderclaps from the heavens exploding in your ears, and like countless metals frantically rubbing and tearing apart!
Om-!
The live stream screen instantly turned into a snowy display.
Immediately afterwards, fine cracks appeared on the screens of countless mobile phones, tablets, and computers around the world that were watching the live broadcast!
Even worse, some viewers who were wearing headphones and trying to get an immersive experience screamed and rolled to the ground, clutching their bleeding ears!
"Oh! My ears!"
"My phone exploded! Holy crap! The screen is shattered!"
"What the hell is that sound? It's a sonic weapon!"
"A dragon's roar! This is the legendary dragon's roar!"
"It's panicking! It's panicking!"
Jiang Han, who was at the center of the sound waves, was the first to be affected.
The terrifying shockwave, accompanied by a foul-smelling gale, whipped his short hair wildly backward, and the muscles in his face trembled violently.
But he was like a pillar of strength, his feet firmly planted on the ground, unmoving.
Only the Qilin tattoo on his body shone brightly!
A faint red light enveloped his entire body, effectively blocking the sound waves that were powerful enough to shatter internal organs.
"It's so noisy."
Jiang Han picked at his ear, looking impatient.
"Does having a loud voice make you right?"
"This old man is hundreds of years old, and he has no self-cultivation skills whatsoever."
He ignored the still buzzing air and pulled a set of black clothes from his backpack.
That wasn't an ordinary wetsuit.
Instead, it's a black gold nano tactical bodysuit produced by the system!
It was entirely black, with a dull metallic sheen on its surface, like the scales of some kind of creature.
Jiang Han slowly and deliberately took off the tactical vest that had been stretched to its limit.
That instant.
The live stream, which had just been restored, was once again flooded with comments.
It's not because of fear.
It's because...it's just too amazing!
That perfect inverted triangle physique, those clearly defined yet not bulky abdominal muscles, those smooth muscle lines like a cheetah.
Most importantly, there's the Qilin tattoo that's coiled around his chest and back, still radiating a red glow!
This is hardly a human body.
This is simply a work of art full of violent aesthetics!
"Slurp...Even though I'm scared, I can't help but lick the screen!"
"Is this Jiang Shen's body? I love it!"
"Those muscles! Those tattoos! So sexy!"
"Hey, you upstairs female fan, get your act together! This is a life-or-death situation!"
Jiang Han put on his black and gold battle suit with a blank expression.
Nourishes...
The sound of the zipper being pulled up was exceptionally clear in the silent air.
The suit clung tightly to his skin, automatically contracting to accentuate his explosive physique.
He cracked his neck.
Then, he gripped the black gold ancient sword stuck in the ground again.
"I've changed my clothes."
"Next..."
"It's time to teach you some manners."
Jiang Han walked to the edge of the well.
This time, he did not grab the chains again.
Instead, he raised his foot and kicked the taut, swaying bronze chain hard!
"Get down here!!"
Bang!
A loud bang!
With this kick, Jiang Han held nothing back, and the power of his Qilin bloodline erupted instantly!
The Xuanbing meteorite iron chain, weighing several thousand kilograms, was actually deformed by his kick, and sank down suddenly like a venomous snake that had been hit in pain!
Clang!
The iron chains slammed heavily against the well wall, producing a deafening echo.
But it's not over yet.
Jiang Han sheathed his knife, grabbed the iron chain with both hands, and pulled it up sharply like a tug-of-war, then slammed it down again!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
One! Two! Three!
He was like a violent demolition worker, wielding the legendary dragon-locking chain and frantically whipping the well wall!
The entire backyard trembled violently under this terrifying force.
"Scream!"
"Why did you stop barking?"
"Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now?"
"That punch is called 'knocking on the door'!"
"You can't understand human language, huh? Then I'll beat you until you do!"
Jiang Han smashed things while cursing.
That arrogance, that domineering attitude, was even more monstrous than the monster at the bottom of the well!
The people in the live stream were stunned.
Is this some kind of adventure?
This is practically like debt collectors coming to your door!
Moreover, he was the kind of thug who would block the doorway with a watermelon knife and threaten to demolish the house if he didn't pay!
at last.
After Jiang Han smashed it more than a dozen times.
The activity at the bottom of the well... stopped.
The suffocating roar disappeared.
Even the shaking of the iron chains stopped.
Instead, there was a deathly silence.
It was as if the things below were also bewildered by Jiang Han's unpredictable and crazy actions.
Or perhaps... it's been enraged to the extreme and is brewing an even more terrifying killing move!
Jiang Han sneered, loosened the chains, and dusted off his hands.
"That's right."
"Behave yourself."
"Your ancestor is coming down now."
He turned around and took a roll of black rope out of his backpack.
This is the Dragon-Binding Rope.
Anything produced by our system is guaranteed to be of high quality.
Even if an elephant were hanging on it, it wouldn't be able to break free.
Jiang Han walked to the huge blood ginkgo tree, tied one end of the rope tightly to the trunk, and made three knots.
Then, he tugged on the rope to test its strength.
Very stable.
Unless the tree is uprooted, this rope is his only lifeline.
After doing all this, he walked to the wellhead, turned his back to the abyss, and faced the drone's camera.
His face showed no fear, only intense fighting spirit and a hint of bloodthirsty excitement.
He raised his hand and slowly made a "throat-slitting" gesture on his neck.
"Brothers."
"The gates of hell have been opened."
"Let's go down... and catch loaches!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Jiang Han pushed off the ground with both legs.
He was like a black cannonball, falling backward and disappearing instantly into the dark well opening!
call--
The wind howled.
The live stream screen shook violently for a moment, then went completely black, with only the whistling wind and Jiang Han's steady heartbeat audible.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Every heartbeat is like a war drum, striking the hearts of everyone.