The sun has finally set.

Under the blue skylight, the mountains are secluded, the birds and beasts are panicked, and the shadows are heavy.

The five warriors of the Quack tribe had lost all their courage and cowered at the entrance of the cave, looking in horror at the darkening world around them, a desperate feeling for someone like them who had been hiding in the cave since birth.

Wu Yuan didn't have anything to do, he set up two bonfires around him, and also built a half-human high stone wall, and at this moment, he was erecting a few straight tree trunks with thick bowls and roasting them on the fire.

Every time you bake for a while, you take it out and rub it on the stone violently, yes, it's rubbing.

Before, Zhang Yang was limited by the conditions and could not rub the wooden spear, and Wu Yuan himself was also affected by the soul memory in this body.

But now, now that he has recovered, he naturally knows how to prepare his weapons.

Even if the weapon is still rudimentary, it is enough.

It was destined to be a night of killing, and only through warm blood could he prove that he was still the most powerful warrior!

Whenever, wherever, and under what circumstances.

Zhang Yang was asleep, his breath was gentle, and his face was quiet, like the breeze of this night, very pleasant.

When the last rays of light dimmed, and the darkness around them began to be illuminated by the light of the jumping fire, the roar of beasts was heard in the distant mountains and forests, and then some other strange sounds.

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There seemed to be countless night birds flying overhead, winds and stench, and for a moment, even the stars in the night sky seemed to be frightened away, and the shadow of death was like a sharp razor hovering around the throat.

But the flames of the two campfires finally made this terrible unknown shadow linger and finally leave.

During the whole process, the warriors of the five quack tribes were already paralyzed with fear.

Wu Yuan only glanced up, and then stopped careging.

As for Zhang Yang, he has been sleeping quietly.

A quieter night followed, and even the roars of the beasts and all sorts of strange sounds were gone.

It wasn't until more than half an hour later that a thin sound came, and by the light of the fire, you could see the eyes like small lanterns in the darkness.

They are quiet, constantly wandering, and seem to be quite afraid of fire.

At some point, they retreated and disappeared.

The magical effect of the flames finally made the warriors of the five quack tribes a little braver.

But Wu Yuan still roasted his five wooden spears and a special spear twenty centimeters thick and nearly four meters long by the campfire.

From the warrior's instincts, as well as some memories in this body, he knew that the night in this world would be more terrifying than he imagined, although he didn't know what it was in the night, but the boulder blocking the entrance to the cave would not lie, and the claw marks on it were a few inches deep.

The night is deeper.

Wu Yuan stopped rubbing the wooden spear, he put a few weapons within reach of his side, and he also learned to be like Zhang Yang, his breath was steady, his expression was peaceful, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

At some point, the night wind gradually became stronger, the flames were whining, and the sparks danced wildly, as if a demon had been born.

The wood in a pile of bonfires finally burned out, the flames were much smaller, and the five warriors of the Quack tribe mustered up the courage to add firewood, but before they could stand up, Wu Yuan had already jumped up like a storm, and the two wooden spears in his hands were fired in succession, and with one foot, another wooden spear came to his hand, and the person was like an afterimage, and the spear was like a shock!

In an instant, all that was left was the sound of the wind, whimpering, and the sound of blood gushing.

Under the reflection of the firelight, two unknown fierce beasts were lying on the ground, twitching, and the third fierce beast collided with Wu Yuan, the sharp claws were only a few centimeters away from breaking through his chest, but the wooden spear in his hand pierced the fierce beast back and forth!

Pulling out the three wooden spears with an expressionless face, Wu Yuan didn't even look at the three fierce beast corpses, turned around and sat down, closed his eyes and recuperated, as if nothing had happened.

The fire on one side was finally extinguished, and only a pile of red charcoal was left, and the strong smell of blood was carried far away by the night wind, and vaguely, there were many black shadows in the distance.

"Wu Yuan, set up a fire!"

Zhang Yang really woke up, and he even stretched comfortably.

Because this is the only way to quickly recover his soul power, fortunately, there are no fierce beasts to disturb his good dreams.

Wooden branches were thrown into the fire, even if it was mostly damp wood, it did not affect the rise of the flames.

Zhang Yang stood beside the fire, staring at the jumping flames, fascinated, and his soul force field was also released silently, a hundred meters of shrouded area, so that he could know everything around him.

However, he didn't look at the beasts that were attracted by the bloody gas, and he didn't look at the flames, but the oxygen in the air, something that could make the flames burn more violently.

He had already solved the eight mana structures of the second and fourth closed circles of the fireball spell, and he could also manifest them with the micro-manipulation of the soul force field.

But before that he was missing one thing, a substance that would make ordinary flames more violent, more powerful.

Separating oxygen, Zhang Yang can't do it, or it's not cost-effective, and he may not be able to get much pure oxygen if he consumes all his soul power.

But if it's simple compressed air, it's much easier.

Between the changes in his mind, where others could not see, Zhang Yang had easily compressed a ball of air the size of a fist, and the multiple was not high, but three times the atmospheric pressure.

Next, he wrapped the compressed air balloon around the soul force field, moved it into the flames, and contracted the soul force field, so that it could be compressed to achieve the purpose of materialization.

Of course, there is no need to really substantiate the soul force field, because the cost of doing so is too great, and you only need to get close to that critical point, at this time, Zhang Yang's soul force field felt the burning of the flames and began to hurt each other, which means that he has the ability to control the flames.

"The first step, success!"

Zhang Yang meditated silently in his heart, engrossed with all his attention, and while enduring the pain of the burning flames, he began to construct the six structures of the second closed circuit circle.

This structure can be drawn on paper with complex patterns, or it can be constructed with mana as an index, and it can also be constructed as long as the soul force field reaches a certain critical point of materialization.

Even, as long as the manufacturing process is precise enough, this structure can be represented in steel, and it is an enchanted machine.

It can be said that this step of Zhang Yang seems simple, but in fact, it has opened the door to a whole new world.

In the blink of an eye, the six types were not complicated, but they were definitely not simple structures were successfully constructed, and at this moment, Zhang Yang felt that a huge whirlpool had been born out of the air, which was frantically devouring his soul power, until it was swallowed up about one-sixth of his soul power.

At this point, the second closed circuit circle has been completely constructed, and with the soul power as the driving force, a mysterious curvilinear force field has been formed.

It was also at this moment that Zhang Yang let go of the control of the compressed air balloon, but instead of dispersing, the compressed air was directly absorbed by the curved force field.

At the same time, a large amount of flame was also sucked into the curvilinear force field.

Judging from the vision of Wu Yuan and the others, it was as if the flames that were originally several meters high were swallowed by some kind of monster out of thin air, and the surroundings were instantly dark, and it was not until a second later that new flames burst up.

And at this time, an incomparably magical scene appeared, a fist-sized fireball appeared in Zhang Yang's hand, dripping and spinning.

Zhang Yang showed an incomparably mysterious smile on his face, and then, with a wave of his hand, the fireball was like a meteor, swishing out nearly a hundred meters and directly smashing into a huge beast more than three meters high.

"Boom!"

The moment this syllable came out of Zhang Yang's mouth, he also withdrew the control of the soul force field over the fireball, and by the way, he also changed a certain structure.

The next moment, like thunder descending from the sky, a huge flame burst out, forming a flame mushroom more than ten meters in size.

The neighborhood was lit up as daylight, and the beast was killed on the spot, and the smell was fragrant.

"Alright, there's a supper!"