Chapter 867: Which faction are you from?

Whoosh—!

High-altitude gale winds instantly enveloped him.

At an altitude of ten thousand meters, without any parachute, without any deceleration equipment.

Zhou Huai plummeted straight toward the earth below.

A strong sense of weightlessness washed over him, accompanied by the sharp whistling of the wind.

But Zhou Huai remained expressionless.

Bang!

A few minutes later, a muffled sound echoed through the wilderness on the edge of the Free Federation.

There was no earth-shaking tremor, nor did it smash out a deep crater.

Zhou Huai's feet landed solidly on the rocky ground, not even bending his knees.

The formidable Physical Body of a Half-step Transcendent allowed him to fall from ten thousand meters as if walking on flat ground.

As soon as he landed, Zhou Huai's appearance began to change.

His original Eastern face rapidly reshaped amidst the writhing of muscles and bones.

His short black hair grew rapidly, turning golden.

His black pupils also turned emerald green.

His facial features became deep and three-dimensional.

In just a few short seconds.

Zhou Huai had completely transformed into the appearance of the Holy King Arthur.

With blonde hair and blue eyes, his posture was tall and upright.

Even though he wore ordinary casual clothes, the aura of a superior being emanating from his bones could still not be ignored.

In the Free Federation, which revered Western bloodline and power, this appearance was the best disguise.

At the same time.

The moment Zhou Huai's feet stepped firmly onto the ground.

A strange sensation rose from the soles of his feet.

It was as if countless invisible roots grew from beneath his feet.

The roots pierced underground with his feet as the center, spreading outwards like a huge, dense net.

Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters…

This feeling was extremely wondrous.

It was similar to the spatial perception of Void Lawkeeper Victor.

But upon careful comprehension, there was a fundamental difference.

Victor's perception was a condescending dimensional scan and cold data analysis, with an enormous range yet lacking in vitality.

While the current perception was not as exaggerated in range, it was much more delicate, minute, and clearer.

Within the range where these invisible roots spread.

Zhou Huai did not need to look with his eyes or listen with his ears.

He could clearly perceive that ten meters deep underground, a mutant mole was gnawing on tree roots;

In the ruins two kilometers away, several low-tier Professionals of the Free Federation were arguing over a few crystal cores;

He could even precisely capture the breathing frequency and heartbeat rhythm of the strange beasts hidden in the dark and the passing Professionals.

All vital signs and energy flows had nowhere to hide within this root network.

This was probably the effect of Rahil's Immortal Roots.

As the perception range continued to expand, Zhou Huai furrowed his brow slightly.

Just as his perception was about to cross the provincial boundary.

Zhou Huai's heart skipped a beat.

He sensed an immensely massive perceptual power!

This power was like an invisible giant net woven by High-Dimensional Law, directly inverted over the entire sky of the Free Federation.

It had no physical entity, yet it was omnipresent.

Even a trace of weak energy fluctuation was under the surveillance of this net.

Zhou Huai's eyes narrowed. Taking advantage of the fact that his weak life fluctuations had not yet triggered the alarm, he decisively severed the long-distance root connection.

The perception expanding outward was instantly and forcibly retracted by him.

Zhou Huai stood in place, calmed his breathing slightly, and looked up at the grayish-white sky.

It was just as he had guessed.

By now, the entire Free Federation had been enveloped by this massive perceptual power.

Looking across the present world, only Mr. Duan could set up such a grand High-Dimensional Formation.

Zhou Huai sneered inwardly; this old madman was truly cautious to the extreme.

He had originally thought that since The Eighth Ruin opened in the Far North, Mr. Duan must have rushed to the Seat of Despair to suppress the remnant souls of the old era, leaving his base inevitably empty.

Now it seemed that the opponent didn't even need his true body present; relying solely on the Law arrangements left behind, he achieved zero-blind-spot monitoring of the entire Free Federation.

Any high-tier Professionals' energy burst or spatial transition would be instantly captured by the giant net.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough not to enter the territory with a high profile.

Otherwise, with the energy fluctuations of a Half-step Transcendent, once exposed, he would be detected by Mr. Duan in the first instance.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Zhou Huai suppressed the energy fluctuations within his body to the extreme.

The perception effect of Rahil's Immortal Roots was contracted by him as much as possible, tightly controlling the reconnaissance radius within two kilometers.

This was precisely the range of a normal perceptual-type Professionals.

If he completely turned off perception and acted like an ordinary person, it would instead easily attract Mr. Duan's attention.

Maintaining a two-kilometer perception, he was like an ordinary Professionals out doing a task, able to perfectly blend into this continent without arousing any suspicion.

Zhou Huai made up his mind and began to receive information within the two-kilometer safety radius.

Soon, through the invisible roots under his feet, he discovered that two groups of people were exchanging fire one kilometer away.

The roots projected the distant scene into his mind.

The battlefield was an abandoned motel.

Ability lights continuously exploded, with fireballs and ice cones intertwining.

Accompanied by the strafing sound of Demonic Energy heavy machine guns, concrete walls were torn apart in large areas.

A dozen corpses were already lying on the ground, and fresh blood dyed the dried highway red.

Both sides had killed until their eyes were red, still hiding behind cover and frantically pouring out firepower.

Judging from the distinctly different combat uniforms and badges of both sides, it was probably two guilds having a brawl.

In the Free Federation, which advocated the survival of the fittest, such matters were as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Zhou Huai watched all this with a completely calm heart.

This level of battle was just child's play to him.

He was now a Half-step Transcendent, able to slice even the Quasi-God Level Sea God with a single strike.

For this group of Professionals ahead, at most level forty or fifty, he didn't even need to use skills; by slightly releasing a trace of the Abyssal Magic Dragon's coercion, he could make these hundreds of people explode collectively.

He had no intention of intervening at all.

His only purpose now was to figure out his current location, and then head low-profile to the territory of the Ancient Remnant Clan.

Zhou Huai withdrew his perception, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked out of the forest with an ordinary expression.

Just as he stepped onto the crack-filled asphalt highway, a jeep sped toward him head-on.

The vehicle had been crudely modified, with anti-collision spikes welded to the front and a Demonic Energy heavy machine gun mounted on the roof, rushing over while kicking up a skyfull of dust and sand.

Zhou Huai saw the situation inside the car in advance.

A car full of black men, all holding large-caliber weapons in their hands, chewing gum and cursing.

Judging by this posture, they were probably going to support the battlefield ahead.

Zhou Huai stood by the roadside, watching the approaching jeep.

He was a newcomer and completely blind to this area, and was pondering whether to ask for directions.

He slightly raised his hand and made a gesture to flag down the car.

As a result, the jeep didn't slow down at all, speeding right past him.

The skyfull of dust mixed with exhaust fumes instantly engulfed him.

Zhou Huai lowered his hand, speechlessly watching the receding tail lights.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with these low-tier Professionals. Since it wouldn't stop, he would just walk along the highway himself.

However, in less than half a minute, a harsh screech of tire friction suddenly came from ahead.

The jeep that had driven several hundred meters away slammed its steering wheel, drifted and turned around on the highway, and roared back with its engine.

Accompanied by the rapid sound of brakes, the car stopped in front of Zhou Huai.

The sand and stones kicked up by the wheels smashed down head-on, but were bounced away by an invisible force field within half a foot of Zhou Huai.

The car window rolled down.

In the passenger seat was a dreadlocked man wearing tactical sunglasses, with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck, playing with a dagger in his hand and sizing Zhou Huai up and down.

Looking at Zhou Huai's blonde-haired, blue-eyed face and his completely defenseless casual clothes.

The dreadlocked man stopped his movements, a sneer curling up the corner of his mouth.

He tapped the car door with the back of the dagger, making a crisp impact sound.

"Hey, buddy."

"Which faction are you from?"