Clundisco, the patron saint of the Willai tribe, the main god, the war god, and the former powerful existence.

But just like most losers in the arena of Gods, he has become a lost history, and there is no need to record it.

In Zheng Li's vision, this "ancient battlefield" is a deserted abandoned land, with nothing left behind.

Perhaps this was once a place where a certain race had a dragon's rise, but now it is just a desert that has been dug up.

"I can feel his anger, unwillingness and fear. This is just his seriously injured place, and he did not fall here."

But this true "high-dimensional existence" Avenger gave another answer.

The centipede worm died without being stiff. Although the war god fell in this world, he did not die here directly on the spot. Perhaps, he also knew that his demise might lead to the destruction and degeneration of the entire race.

"He escaped in the form of a spirit body, and there may be some physical incompleteness. Perhaps, we can try to track it down."

"Hairball?"

In an instant, Zheng Li remembered those furry gadgets.

"Um?"

"I mean those 'players' who descend to another world in the form of games are purely aggregation of mental powers within our cognitive scope."

Those small fur balls have caused a sensation before. After all, pure mental power can actually act independently, breaking a lot of "common sense" based on the first law of psionic science.

But Zheng Li does not doubt the Avengers' statement, because "high-dimensional existence" itself can distort reality and laws to a certain extent, and there is a precedent for its independent existence of souls.

Perhaps Zheng Li touched on the pain of the Avengers, and the response he deserved was delayed.

"Similar."

After a long time, Zheng Li received a response, and the Avengers' words were also filled with complex emotions.

Perhaps, if he had been a little alert at the beginning, nothing would have developed to this extent.

"Sorry, I shouldn't mention it",

Zheng Li took back his tentative heart. This guy actually favored his ethnic group a little? This is beyond calculation.

"Why apologize? Oh, you misunderstood. I'm deducing what happens to those ethnic groups who are still in the state of being in the 'big link'?"

Now, it was Zheng Li's turn to be stunned. He had never thought about it.

No one in humans discussed this issue before, and this is undoubtedly a blind spot that has been ignored by everyone before.

"Theory, they should still be alive? Although this form is quite strange."

The complete soul descends, in the form of a "bag of hair", and when their world falls into collapse, those "becomes" also lose their way out.

"Yes, in theory, they live in a completely new ecology, pure spiritual creatures"

The coordinates that pull their souls back are their own flesh, and the driving force that pulls their souls is the machine provided by the Atels. When the flesh and the world are finished together, when the whole system is finished, they naturally lose the possibility of returning to the flesh.

"Is it a real SAO game? With the situation of the wool ball, it's a bit miserable"

For some reason, Zheng Li remembered the unlucky guy he had boarded before. Did he survive that disaster?

"Wait, this is wrong and needs attention."

When Zheng Li just thought of this, he thought it was irrelevant, but after he checked it, he found that it was really a big deal.

Those gamers are definitely minorities in the entire society. Even if the entire country and race fully support young people and backbone to play, and even as many organizations, forces, and official organizations, the number of people online is unlikely to exceed 10% of the population.

But now, the survival rate of the entire spiritual race may not exceed 4% or 5%. So, even if the online rate is only 7% or 8%, it may still exceed that of the healthy ethnic group.

Plus the billions of people in the mind race

"We don't have to worry about the matter of Maoqiu. The superiors must have reacted and they will arrange it."

At this point, Zheng Li was not anxious. If there were indeed hundreds of millions of wool balls that survived, it would be impossible for humans to ignore them.

Those who can help will naturally help, which means that the number of survivors of the spiritual race will directly double, and the value in all aspects will be greatly increased.

This is undoubtedly a good thing, whether for Zheng Li or the Avengers.

After the initial confusion, the Avenger also accelerated the pace of his action, trying to track his final fall from the remaining "smell" here.

"Not far, not far, in the same world."

The body falls, and the soul or fragments of the soul escape, which is probably the patent of the gods. After all, the soul can be transformed into substances and directly interferes with matter, and is originally regarded as a divine characteristic.

As a god-level existence in the "spiritual realm", the Avenger can find his final place of fall by perceiving the remaining residues of the other party.

Zheng Li and the Avengers, tracking was not difficult, and as expected, He, who had lost his body, did not go far, but the final place of fall still made Zheng Li shake his head helplessly.

"I really didn't expect that I actually came back here."

When Zheng Li saw the towering giant statue again, he was surprised and felt it was taken for granted.

"The statues and statues are originally pointing objects of intention, and are symbols and coordinates of higher dimensional existence. When the unlucky god loses his body and is chased, he can only survive in this way."

Returning to the Atel Fortress among the mountains and rivers, the target this time was the giant statue of the god that seemed to be a decoration.

The psychic radar swept around the statue, but there was no response at all.

"If there is really a psychic reaction, I won't be able to stay."

The Eye of Space opened and looked at the stone statue, but it was still a pure stone, without any supernatural reaction at all.

All the conventional methods seem to have failed, so Zheng Li can only ask for help from the Avengers outside the field.

And he did not disappoint his partner and gave instructions very directly.

"Demolition it."

Well, no wonder I haven't discovered the problem here before. This giant pure stone sculpture is too huge and worthless, and no one is bored to tear down such things.

Even the Diamond heavy stone could not stop the cutting of the spirit blade. Under the guidance of the Avengers, debris and huge rocks flew across. At the center of the statue, Zheng Li quickly found the target object.

It was a white stone. After all, the entire giant sculpture was pure stone and there was no other material inside.

This stone is subtlely different from its similarities around it. Its color and material are no different, but it feels warm when touched.

But if you really use temperature equipment to measure it, you will reach the conclusion that it is as cold as the surrounding stones.

"Is the last divine nature?"

Even if he couldn't witness the last scene, Zheng Li could guess what happened.

When a god dies, his soul flees and hides in it, but he is unable to get help for a long time, so he can only hide here and survive.

As the "world" of this race overturned, his rules were revised again, and the entire race fell into a collapse and desperate situation.

In a desperate environment, the gods can only work hard to preserve the "fire seed", hoping that some tribes can regain everything and have a moment to rebuild civilization.

"Obviously, he didn't wait until the moment when things turned around, and eventually, the fire turned into a waste stone."

Zheng Li himself still could not sense the existence of the psychic energy. He swept the psychic radar for a long time, and it was also the lowest-level psychic energy reaction, which was similar to the horn of the little evil ghost.

"Xiao Meng."

Zheng Li directly called him.

Recently, Xiaoling, who is more active, silently closed her pupils and then opened them. Her originally stubborn pupils became gentle and calm, and her standing posture also changed subtly. Although her appearance is not different, the overall appearance gives people a soft girlish posture.

She came over, took the stone, leaned over and sniffed.

""

The girl took a step back, shook her head directly, and rejected Zheng Li's kindness.

The hunting instinct that cannot be activated in the Blade? Is it inconsistent? Or is the sun's divine power contained in it gone? Or is it simply too weak to be worthless?

Zheng Li didn't force him. The Spirit Clan said he couldn't eat it, but he really couldn't eat it.

But just give up like this? If such a weak psychic reaction is taken away from the local world, it may immediately turn into a real stone.

"You've gambled, at least, you can't waste this opportunity."

Zheng Li complained, but couldn't help but smile.

He has investigated that this is still a world recorded by humans. Although the physical distance is far away, it is not completely without a model from the Four Spirits.

However, if the signal in this remote area is poor, the success rate of gambling blades will plummet.

"Is this a problem?"

For Zheng Li, success rate is really not a problem. He hesitated and tried repeatedly, and began to take out his wealth and adapt to various materials combinations.

But the result disappointed him. Whether it was the spiritual crystals he carried on him or the materials from the iron filings clan, the success rate was poor.

In helplessness and anger, Zheng Li also touched the jar and tried it.

"Tsk, it's even lower."

The birth of the Spirit Blade is not simply a pile of materials. Good materials often produce garbage, and garbage materials may also produce the best quality. The most important thing is the consistency and fit.

"By the way, the nature"

Zheng Li silently opened his pocket and took out the cured meat strips for dinner from it.

"It's really long, although it's only less than 0.001"

Zheng Li sighed a little. Even when he reached this point, "He" was still favoring his tribe members, even if these tribes were already hopeless and intelligent beasts?
To be continued...