The drunkenness from magic placed Yan Luo in a weakened state, and he could only lie inert at the campsite, unable to go anywhere.
This was the first time Yan Luo had fallen into such a state.
His magic adaptability was ’extremely low,’ possessing top-notch magic resistance, so high that it couldn’t be engraved, and supposedly he shouldn’t be drunk from magic.
The issue was that Yan Luo had consumed too much magic in the past two days, and his body’s ability to digest the magic wasn’t strong enough. A large amount of magic accumulated within, leading to drunkenness.
Yan Luo gasped a couple of breaths, his voice hoarse as he said, "Open the attribute panel."
Over the previous three months, Yan Luo crafted a personal system that could help him quickly memorize and understand his own condition. Although the data within the system didn’t update automatically, he could connect external devices to synchronize the system’s data.
As soon as he finished speaking, a translucent personal attribute panel unfolded in his visor, recording Yan Luo’s current bodily function data.
[Maximum Strength: 482kg]
[Nerve Reaction: 93ms]
The system was very rudimentary, recording only the above information.
Compared to three months ago, Yan Luo’s weight had surged by ten kilograms, but in comparison to the increase in maximum strength, it was still far behind.
After activating the system, Yan Luo opened the compiler to write a new function.
Magic is a peculiar substance; its physical properties are unlike anything originally found on Blue Star. Therefore, Blue Star developed a new unit of measurement for it – Qi.
One unit of magic power is referred to as ’Qi,’ using a Sequence 5 Spellcaster casting a basic spell as the standard.
Generally speaking, a Dangerous-level Demon contains magic power ranging from 100 Qi to 1000 Qi. Yan Luo could use his knowledge to roughly judge how much magic power was contained in the demon blood he drank.
Before long, a new data line appeared on the personal panel.
[Magic Power: 7800/5000 Qi]
To be safe, Yan Luo set his maximum magic power intake at 5000 Qi.
Drunkenness from magic would cause him to lose combat capability. Although he wasn’t entirely immobile now, any movement made him feel uncomfortable, so it was better to stay still.
After finishing this task, Yan Luo relaxed and closed his eyes.
But fate had other plans.
Just as Yan Luo closed his eyes to rest, within less than five minutes, the alarm connected to the exoskeleton went off, warning him of a nearby demon.
Yan Luo jerked his eyes open, then immediately accessed cameras placed around him, seeing a colossal demon slowly clambering towards the campsite.
It was a lizard entirely composed of rock, each step causing a slight tremor on the ground.
Yan Luo was puzzled, elemental-class demons were rare, many Hunters might not encounter one during an entire Abyss hunt, yet he had stumbled upon two within three days. It was hard to tell whether this was good luck or bad.
The stone beast had clearly taken a liking to his campsite, as there were no signs of Dangerous-level Demons nearby, making it a good place to rest.
Yan Luo had previously investigated and found no traces of Dangerous-level Demons in the vicinity. Where did this stone beast crawl out from?
In his current state, Yan Luo was unsuitable for battle, and dealing with a powerful normal-level demon would be a struggle, let alone a stone beast of Dangerous-level stature.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Luo endured the sore muscles as he raised a hand and pressed the rapid retrieval button on the optical invisible tent. The camera and alarm on the tent were also retrieved, including the sonic disrupter.
Yan Luo roughly stuffed the tent into the tail compartment, mounted the saddle, twisted the throttle, and started the motorcycle.
The wheels spun, frictioning against the ground, causing a violent vibration.
The lizard stone beast immediately raised its head, facing Yan Luo’s position, and the next moment, it sprinted toward him.
Unlike ordinary stone beasts, this lizard stone beast was very fast and quite agile.
By now, the motorcycle had reached its maximum speed, instantly shooting off from its original place.
Any tool created by humans is made with the presumption humans can use it, and the motorcycle Yan Luo drove was no exception.
Now, Yan Luo’s nerve reaction speed had surpassed ordinary humans, making it easy for him to navigate hills on the motorcycle.
Even if the motorcycle’s speed was pushed to its peak, reaching the upper limit of 200 kilometers per hour, Yan Luo was still able to control it effortlessly.
A motorcycle carrying a rider darted between the hills, alarming countless demons, as birds fluttered in the sky, hawks screeched incessantly, snakes coiled around stone pillars lifted their heads, and powerful beasts rotating their heads while hunting.
The lizard stone beast pursued Yan Luo relentlessly from behind, though its body was composed of rock, its muscularity and sturdiness were sacrificed for agility and speed, different from other stone beasts.
With the blessing of the earth element, it possessed limitless energy to run on land, and its body structure allowed it to feel not the slightest fatigue.
Even so, the lizard stone beast was still left behind by Yan Luo, with the gap growing ever wider.
After all, this was the extreme speed of 200 kilometers per hour, and the lizard stone beast, merely a Dangerous-level Demon, could not catch up at such speed.
Five minutes later, Yan Luo completely shook off the lizard stone beast.
The crisis averted, Yan Luo gradually reduced the motorcycle’s speed, letting out a sigh of relief.
However, observing the increasingly smooth terrain around him, Yan Luo couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
During the escape from the lizard stone beast’s chase, he didn’t identify his direction and randomly chose a direction to bolt forward, unexpectedly leading the beast’s chase to this place.
The Crimson Abyss has six major regions, with the Ruined Iron Hills ranked fifth in size among all regions, only one-tenth of the Abyss’s surface area, just slightly larger than the Blood Lake.
The Dark Forest occupies two-tenths of the Crimson Abyss’s surface area, while the remaining six-tenths are split evenly by the Bone-Eroding Plain and Crescent Mountain Range.
The remaining region, the ’Phantom Dungeon,’ isn’t on the surface but underground, making its spatial size immeasurable.
Since he had arrived at the Bone-Eroding Plain, he might as well stay here for a while!
Yan Luo understood his previous commotion might have caught the attention of some powerful demons, so he wasn’t in a rush to return to the Ruined Iron Hills.
Although he had his plans and wished to act according to them, he acknowledged that his current prowess wasn’t enough to do whatever he pleased.
Yan Luo decided to rest at the Bone-Eroding Plain until the symptoms of drunkenness entirely subsided.
Then, he’d figure out a way forward to the Blood Lake.
With this in mind, Yan Luo continued driving the motorcycle, enduring the muscle soreness, to find somewhere he could peacefully rest.
Yan Luo unexpectedly received an emergency distress signal.
Seeing this distress signal, Yan Luo was somewhat surprised.
In the Abyss, signal towers are only near entry and exit points, so distress signals are usually only sent to Hunters within a ten-kilometer radius, implying he was very close to the distress signal sender.
Yan Luo glanced at the information contained in the distress signal, frowning slightly.
[Rescue Party: Seventh Squad of the Glass Dance Under the Moon; Enemy: Deadly-level Demon · Multi-legged Tiger]
During Abyss hunts, Hunters seeing distress signals can choose to support them or ignore them, and the guild won’t hold them accountable.
After all, one’s life is one’s own, and Hunters aren’t official personnel and have no obligation to rescue.
However, Yan Luo pondered for a moment before pushing the motorcycle towards the signal source.
While Hunters indeed have no obligation to rescue, he hoped that if Hunters received distress signals, they would try their best to assist.
Hunters are warriors against the Abyss, and even though new ones enter the profession every year, Yan Luo believed one could never have too many Hunters.
Despite his illness, perhaps being unable to offer much help, he was determined to save as many as possible.
Thus, the motorcycle bearing Yan Luo raced across the boundless plain, unwaveringly heading towards that perilous battlefield.