Chapter 1587: Chapter 103: Forbidden Zone of the Wasteland

Bloer just tied a rope around his waist and leapt into the abyss without hesitation.

A miraculous moment occurred!

As Bloer soared into the air, just crossing the edge of the cliff, his body not only didn’t fall, but instead...

Soared upward!

As if defying the laws of physics, he seemed to be pulled toward the sky by some powerful force.

The four people at the edge of the cliff roared in unison, shouting together as they leaned heavily backward.

The power of the three, along with the pulling force from the earth, converged onto their companion in front, who finally grabbed hold of Bloer.

It was like four people flying a kite together.

Only the kite turned into a person.

"One, two, pull!"

"Left three, one, two, pull!"

At this moment, the White Armor Clan warriors and Wind Clan collectors demonstrated incredible teamwork.

Bloer was seen stepping on air as he rushed into the sky, vanishing into the chaotic cluster of floating stones in an instant.

Mu Fan could clearly see those stones being swept upward by the air currents in the abyss, and he even saw them shattered instantly under the invisible force of the airwaves.

The rope made from special vine strands seemed to be grabbed by a giant, pulling it upwards.

All four people were pulled forward.

The danger was evident.

Yet Bloer moved like a nimble cat, so agile that Mu Fan could only see him flash through the gaps of the floating stones.

In the black night sky, the bright moonlight cast down on the earth, creating a grand scene of human struggle against nature.

The rising air currents in the abyss...

Mu Fan observed for a moment and then took a deep breath.

Because he suddenly suspected a possibility.

"Alva."

"Are there no gravity inside these circular deep holes?"

Hmm?

Alva, whose eyes were fixed on the sky, turned around in surprise, amazed that Mu Fan had discerned the nature of these deep holes in such a short time.

"Yes!"

Alva turned around, first going behind the three staking warriors, and used the axe to deeply embed three giant bone teeth before looking at Mu Fan with deep concern, explaining:

"This is a weightless zone. Whether human or object, anything entering these places shoots up to the sky instantly... those Wind Collectors with severed ropes vanished like this..."

"Yet the meteorite gold can only be extracted from those floating stones. The metal from sky meteorites is just hard... it doesn’t have the vitality of wasteland meteorite gold."

Vitality?

As Mu Fan pondered this term, the people ahead suddenly shouted, "The line is moving, pull it back!"

In a resonant, powerful sound, the strong rope was hauled back bit by bit.

Bloer, who had disappeared into the meteorites, reappeared in Mu Fan’s sight.

Mu Fan could even see Bloer’s eyes bloodshot, his eye sockets bulging, his mouth tightly shut.

That expression was like the scene of someone choking.

A stone over a meter high struck from the slant towards the air, and Bloer shook the rope with both arms, leveraging the arc, he narrowly brushed past the massive stone.

Bloer fell swiftly like a diving Fly Eagle after evading the stone.

When he crossed above the cliff boundary, Mu Fan sharply noticed the originally fluttering hem of his clothing fell as well.

As if the gravity instantly doubled upon him.

Thud, thud, thud!

After more than ten steps, Bloer finally supported himself on the ground, kneeling and gasping heavily, his bulging eyes returning to normal.

Mu Fan watched his chest heave intensely like a bellows, and four or five scratch marks appeared on Bloer’s cheeks, with blood showing.

"How are you, Bloer?"

Several warriors rushed over to help him up, and as Bloer’s breath settled, he smiled and nodded, taking out a black stone tied with hemp rope from his leather pouch.

Only as big as a fist.

But it made the White Armor warriors exclaim instantly: "By the stars, Bloer, you actually got such a big piece of meteorite gold!"

"My gosh, it’s bigger than all those we’ve gathered before combined."

"Truly the finest Wind Collector."

These nearly 2-meter-tall White-armored Warriors, not least arrogant due to his short stature, instead showed unanimous respect.

Upon hearing his comrades’ praises, Bloer felt a bit shy, just smiling bashfully.

At this point, Mu Fan approached and softly asked, "Bloer, I saw your expression just then... was it because you couldn’t breathe?"

"Yes... there’s no air inside."

Bloer, a bit shy towards Mu Fan, still answered. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"There’s no air inside, and the sand and gravel fragments form special storms. In the narrow areas between some floating stones, only children can pass through. People of our size can easily have their ropes cut and can’t make it through the gaps between the floating stones. Also, Wind Clan’s breath-holding capacity is over five times ours, so only they can handle gathering meteorite gold."

"This is a forbidden zone on the wasteland, even the Beast Tide dares not approach."

Seeing Bloer wasn’t good at explaining, Alva gently supplemented from the side.

Mu Fan remained silent, realizing that from the moment they entered above the deep hole to returning, this small Wind Clan man maintained intense activity for a whole seven minutes!

It was nearly unbelievable.

Even he couldn’t guarantee running fast while holding his breath for two minutes!

In this time, they had to face any sudden dangers. If hit by flying fragments due to lack of dodging, life was instantly endangered.

The White Armor Clan provided shelter and food for the Wind Clan.

The Wind Clan extracted rare meteorite gold for the White Armor Clan.

Whether the White Armor Clan fighting against the Beast Tide or outer dangers, or the Wind Clan running a race with the Death God, both sides gambled their lives for survival.

In this harmonious coexistence, they lived on this land.

Although tough, but still persisting.

Seeing this scene, Mu Fan finally had a clear understanding of the race’s survival environment on this planet.

"Rest for a while, Bloer, can you go again? Today’s harvest is enough." Alva asked.

Bloer was drinking from a wooden jar a specific beverage, thinking seriously after hearing, "With the supplement of this raspberry flower juice, I think I... can go twice more."

"Don’t push it; today’s harvest is enough!" Alva firmly spoke again.

But Bloer grinned, setting aside the wooden jar, and again charged into the weightless abyss.

Sending people to the sky to duel with the Death God, to gather those extremely rare meteorite golds.

This was the so-called... Wind Collector.