Ren Yi was quite calm. He didn't even try to catch the two of them immediately...
Actually, wait. On second thought, one was a Super Anomaly S-099, and the other was a wood-based parasitic Anomaly with infinite resurrections.
Neither of them were human, so they probably couldn't die from a fall, right?
Well, now wasn't the time to think about that.
To cross those overlapping mountains of flesh, Ren Yi chose to charge straight ahead.
Fighting against the turbulent wind resistance at high altitude, he tried to vault over this boundless giant wave as fast as possible.
Of course, as a "genteel Anomaly" with a moral compass, he still kept a sliver of perception to track the movement behind him.
Just as Evans and Wu Erhun were about to heroically faceplant into the churning waves below...
Whoosh!
Timing it perfectly, Ren Yi used the Withered Claw again.
A flash in the void, and the two vanished into thin air just three meters from the crest of the wave.
The next second, they instantly appeared high in the sky beside Ren Yi.
Along with them came Wu Erhun's high-pitched, loud, and slightly cracking tenor voice due to lack of oxygen:
"Ahhhhhhh—Oh my god!"
At this point, even someone as physically resilient as Evans had turned slightly pale.
His hair was completely ruined by the gale, and he was clutching Wu Erhun tightly.
He stared at the white mist ahead with an extremely resentful, indignant, and even slightly humiliated gaze.
He mustered his strength to shout into the wind: "Is this really necessary? Can't we travel in a slightly more normal way—"
However, because the high-altitude wind speed was too fast, his voice was stretched and carried away as soon as it left his mouth.
Because...
Ren Yi quite coldly and with extreme proficiency let go of them again.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
Ren Yi couldn't help it.
Although his flying speed was decent, that was only when he was unburdened.
He had chosen to ascend high and then use the Withered Claw precisely because he wasn't confident.
He wasn't sure if he could charge to a safe altitude before the first wave hit while dragging those two heavyweights.
He had originally thought he'd use the Withered Claw once—grab them, then drop them—just to get them over this one giant wave.
Who would have thought there would be layer upon layer of endless flesh-and-blood mountain waves behind it?
Fortunately, the cost of using the Withered Claw was essentially zero for him; otherwise, those two would have been washed away long ago.
The high-altitude wind resistance had reached a terrifying level.
If he carried two dead weights the whole way, he would hardly be able to move forward against such immense resistance.
There was no other choice.
He could only trouble the two of them to take a ride on the free "Ren Yi-brand Bungee Roller Coaster."
Thus, over the next half hour, an extremely bizarre scene played out high above the Red Tide:
A clump of white mist drifted frantically in front, while not far behind, two black dots—one large and one small—experienced a hellish variety of bungee jumping.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
The sound receded as they fell at high speed.
Catch!
"Ahhhhhhh—"
The piercing scream instantly closed in.
Because it happened so frequently, Wu Erhun even managed to figure out the pattern toward the end.
When they fell to a certain height, the facial features on the wooden stake would suddenly retract, and he would calmly shut his mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh-oh... is it time?"
Whoosh!
The two were once again hoisted high into the sky.
However, before Wu Erhun could even catch his breath, Ren Yi backhandedly released them again.
Wu Erhun's cross bounced, and he broke down again.
"Ahhhhhhh! Will this ever end!"
Eventually, under the constant torture of weightlessness, even the usually aloof Anomaly youth, Evans, couldn't help but let out a roar of despair:
"Wu Erhun! Shut the hell up! Stop screaming!"
"Master! I can't help it, ahhhhh—"
In fact, it wasn't just Wu Erhun who couldn't help it; Evans was also nearing his limit.
He squeezed his eyes shut, God knows what he was thinking.
Whoosh!
The Withered Claw descended again with extreme punctuality.
Accompanied by the familiar sensation of hovering, Evans and Wu Erhun were once again pulled back to Ren Yi's side.
This time, Evans didn't even have time to rub his face, which was completely paralyzed by the strong wind, before he finally caught the chance to complain:
"Wait a minute, I admit I was a bit loud when we were dividing the loot just now! You're settling a personal score!"
Within the white mist, Ren Yi's thoughts swayed calmly, and he even perfunctorily used an illusion to simulate a flight attendant's announcement in their minds:
【Dear passengers, "Slime Aviation" is currently experiencing severe convective weather.】
【To reduce the aircraft's weight and ensure flight safety, I have been forced to implement periodic "Emergency Jettison Lightweight Management."】
【Please remain calm and refrain from shouting to avoid affecting the captain's piloting.】
Although he didn't understand what "aviation" meant, Evans got the general gist.
To hell with your lightweight management! You just think we're too heavy!
He didn't give Evans a chance to respond, as the Withered Claw was already naughtily trying to grab Ren Yi's own body.
The claw tip loosened.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
Evans gradually abandoned his image and began to let himself vent.
"Ah—!"
Their screams formed a perfect chord ten thousand meters in the sky, then once again plummeted toward the viscous flesh-and-blood waves below.
Meanwhile, in front, Ren Yi, having shed his burden, transformed into a streak of light, darting back and forth through the violent high-altitude wind belt.
Honestly, after letting go a few more times, Ren Yi was starting to get into the rhythm of catching them.
Releasing them at high altitude allowed him to use the recoil to instantly accelerate his displacement by several hundred meters;
When he reached his limit, he'd backhandedly use the Withered Claw to pull those two back.
He could even use the pulling force from the catch to complete a beautiful secondary trajectory change in mid-air.
Ren Yi smacked his lips, thinking to himself: "Isn't this way more exciting than driving a land ship?"
Not only does it save fuel, but it's also purely natural and pollution-free.
He just wondered if the two "passengers" below felt the same way.
But speaking of land ships, a new idea suddenly occurred to Ren Yi.
Wait, since the dangers all come from the "ground"... does the Rotten Mountains area work the same way as these giant waves?
In that case, if they couldn't find a secret passage, could they use this "roller coaster" to vault over that region?
Before Ren Yi's dangerous thoughts could stray any further...
Finally, after exactly thirty-eight cycles of perfect "free fall and reset," the violent wind ahead suddenly lightened.
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