137: Chapter 137 The Secret Realm of Cloud Depths! A Mobile Fortress in the Poisonous Fog

The moment they descended into the Yunshen Secret Realm, the entire world was completely shrouded in a thick, sickly green mist that refused to dissipate.

Even with the fighter's searchlights on, visibility was less than a hundred meters.

The system's crimson warning characters popped up directly on the retinas of all survivors.

[Warning! The current map has been covered by high-concentration [abyssal miasma]!]

[The poison mist carries extremely strong acidic corrosion and high-dimensional mental hallucinogenic effects! Concentration will double every hour!]

[All players, please find poison mist weak points or safe zones as soon as possible, otherwise your vehicles will completely melt!]

The large guild fleets that teleported in immediately afterward collided head-on with this wave of lethal crisis.

Several Level 5 passenger planes on the outermost edge of the War God Alliance formation had just rushed out of the teleportation channel when thick white smoke immediately rose from their hulls.

Ordinary Nano Crystal Steel armor was directly corroded like it had been hit by aqua regia in the face of the sickly green poison mist.

It lasted for less than ten seconds.

"Creeeeak—"

The side armor of a Level 5 passenger plane was completely corroded through.

The sickly green poison mist poured frantically into the cabin through the gap.

The channel instantly erupted with screams of extreme agony.

"Ah! My face! My eyes!"

Several crew members had just inhaled a breath of poison mist when their exposed skin instantly broke out in blisters, followed by ulceration and pus. Even more terrifying was the mental hallucinogenic effect.

The poison mist directly eroded the brainstem.

A pilot whose face had been half-corroded suddenly went mad, pulled a semi-automatic rifle from his waist, and fired wildly at his teammates beside him.

"Die! All of you die! You're all monsters!"

The cabin instantly turned into a purgatory of mutual slaughter, and finally, as the plane completely lost power, it plunged headlong into the bottomless green poisonous swamp below.

Li Tianbao, piloting his newly cobbled-together broken plane, was scared out of his wits.

"Quick! Increase altitude! Follow the coordinates given by Grandpa Yu and flee toward the weak point in the southwest!"

He roared in his raspy voice through the Tianxia Alliance remnants' channel.

The entire public channel was filled with broken cries for help and the alarms of dissolving armor.

The scene cut back to the crimson hunter fighter jet at the very front.

The massive hull was also completely enveloped by this high-concentration poison mist.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

The dense sound of corrosion was like a torrential downpour hitting the hull, making the girls' scalps tingle inside the cabin.

Lin Xiaoxiao covered her ears in fear, and Vice President Bai Yating also stared nervously at the bulletproof glass in front. This sound was too agonizing; it felt like the glass would melt the next second and the poison mist would pour in to turn everyone into bloody water.

Only Su Nian and Liu Ruyan appeared relatively calm; they had blind faith in Yu Feng's fighter.

Class Monitor Chu Yu stood before the main control console, pushing up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She stared fixedly at the armor monitoring module on the data panel.

Her beautiful face, which had been tense due to the dense corrosion sound, instantly turned into extreme astonishment.

"Captain Brother..." Chu Yu turned her head and shouted in disbelief, "The corrosion data from this poison mist... is a bit strange."

"What's wrong? Is the durability dropping fast?" Ling Yanxue asked nervously.

Chu Yu swallowed and pointed at the data on the large screen.

"The rate at which our armor durability is dropping... is 0."

The room fell silent.

Yu Feng leaned back lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, with a disdainful sneer on his face.

The ultra-red nano-crystal steel hull he had spent a massive amount of resources to build possessed an absolute physical defense of 5,000 points.

Two of its core attributes were 'Corrosion Resistance' and 'Zero Heat Conduction'.

The ordinary Nano Crystal Steel used by that group of Solo Players outside was nothing but scrap metal in front of his armor.

This abyssal miasma, capable of melting steel, couldn't even scratch a layer of paint off the hull of the eerie red fighter!

As for that terrifying high-dimensional mental hallucinogenic effect...

The fighter's built-in 1,000 points of magic resistance (magic, ability, and mental defense) directly formed an invisible absolute barrier outside the cabin, blocking all hallucinogenic factors completely.

While others were screaming and struggling aimlessly in the poison mist, shooting each other in the head,

What about Yu Feng?

He was lying comfortably on a large leather sofa.

Vice President Bai Yating had taken off her shoes and was wearing only a pair of black silk stockings. She stood behind the sofa, using her long, straight legs to carefully give him a back massage. The once-proud student council vice-president now controlled her strength perfectly, for fear of annoying this 'living ancestor'.

Lin Xiaoxiao held a glass of chilled watermelon juice freshly squeezed from system-preserved ingredients and handed it to Yu Feng's lips with both hands.

Yu Feng took a sip through the straw, and the cold, sweet juice flowed down his throat.

It was a completely dimension-reducing imperial enjoyment.

"Beep—!"

The communication panel flashed frantically again.

In the server-wide channel, those players whose armor was about to bottom out watched their rapidly dropping durability and completely cast aside all dignity.

"God Yu! Please save my life! Sell me some super nano crystal steel! My plane is about to leak!"

"Boss Yu! I want to exchange for ten pieces of crystal steel! Please open the trading channel!"

"I'll trade a Rank 6 crystal core for it! Help!"

The poison mist had become the best catalyst.

Previously on the Kunlun Glacier, when Yu Feng traded one piece of crystal steel for one bottle of mental power potion, he was called a profiteer behind his back.

Now, these people were crying and begging for this profiteer to show mercy and open the trade once more.

For the large guilds and Solo Players, the super nano crystal steel that could withstand corrosion was now the only hard currency that could buy their lives.

Yu Feng stroked his chin, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest of the holographic projection.

"Su Nian."

Yu Feng didn't even look up. "Go open the auction house. List the Nano Crystal Steel we refined using the magic energy furnace. One piece of crystal steel for five hundred units of high explosives, or for rare blueprints of equal value."

Su Nian's eyes lit up.

Not using super nano crystal steel, but using the lower-tier Nano Crystal Steel to trade?

"Brother Yu Feng, ordinary crystal steel can't withstand the corrosion for long; it'll only let them hold out for half an hour at most," Su Nian reminded him.

"Half an hour is enough for them to flee to a poison mist weak point," Yu Feng chuckled. "I can save their lives, but don't expect them to keep their good stuff. This is called sustainable harvesting of leeks."

Su Nian immediately understood, looking at Yu Feng with admiration before turning to the operation panel.

At this moment, the resources of the entire wasteland game were completely revitalized by Yu Feng.

While others fought monsters with their lives on the line, the top-tier materials and explosives they dropped would all eventually be obediently sent into the eerie red fighter's logistics storage bay.

This profiteer's value chain achieved perfect closure under the pressure of the poison mist.

Yu Feng patted Vice President Bai Yating's tense calf.

"Use a bit more strength."

He looked out the window at the rolling, sickly green mist.

This Yunshen Secret Realm was nothing more than the back garden of his Deep Red Fortress.