Arriving at the church where Borri usually stayed, Ming Zhitian found he wasn't there and went to the bar to find Bai Tou. Bai Tou recognized him as Ming Zhitian and told him that Borri had gone to pursue a traitor who had been lurking for fifteen years.
Ming Zhitian arrived at a remote desert in the Swan Country, where dust storms raged. Ming Zhitian discovered a large amount of bloodstains, but they were intermittent, suggesting the injured person was deliberately trying to hide themselves to avoid exposure.
It took Ming Zhitian great effort to find the injured person under a pile of stones. He lay in a pool of blood, on the verge of death.
When Ming Zhitian turned him over, he was shocked! "Borri?!"
"Ugh, cough cough cough..." Borri, clad in a red robe, looked exceptionally tragic in the blood pool. His face was pale and lips blue, clearly having lost too much blood.
Ming Zhitian helped him up and began to channel his internal energy, only to discover that his internal organs were all shattered.
It was beyond recovery. Borri couldn't move, except for his eyes. He looked at Ming Zhitian, unable to move his mouth, but could still speak with great effort:
"Mr. Ming! Uh... I..."
Ming Zhitian asked, "Who did this to you?"
Borri said, "#&%@&¥&..."
Ming Zhitian couldn't hear clearly. He brought his ear close to Borri's mouth, and this time he heard clearly: "I was… calculated by traitors within the country… lured me… here… ambushed from all sides, I was hit by ten… 'Da Hong Pao' missiles… can't… can't live anymore..."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Where did they go? Those people?"
Borri forcibly, slowly raised his hand, grabbed Ming Zhitian, his eyes widening: "Help me... avenge me! ...The traitors' lair is in the direction of… ****..."
Looking in the direction Borri pointed, Ming Zhitian nodded, gripping his bloody hand. "Alright, don't worry, I will avenge you. By the way, I came to find you because of something. I have obtained the three divine artifacts. How do I use them to open the rift in space-time?"
Borri thought for a moment, glancing at the pack on Ming Zhitian's back. "Glory of Light... Summer Snow... Spear of the Rainbow... Hand... foot... and..."
Borri took his last breath and died.
Ming Zhitian sighed, "Alas." He then closed Borri's eyes for him.
Ming Zhitian stepped into the desert, and the quicksand slowly buried Borri there.
Ming Zhitian shook his head. "This will be your resting place, Cult Master Borri. What were you saying? Ah, hand and foot illness? What is that... Never mind, it's nothing."
Regardless, since he had promised to avenge Borri, Ming Zhitian would not break his word.
He ran in the direction Borri had pointed to before his death, but found no trace. After much searching, he trod across the boundless desert, occasionally encountering quicksand that swallowed everything. Ming Zhitian faced constant peril.
Suddenly, he spotted a green vegetable leaf on the desert. Ming Zhitian followed it and found a secret base, which was indeed the gathering place of the **** leaders.
There were sentries on all sides, armed with rocket launchers, snipers, and patrolling soldiers.
Despite being rebels, they maintained strict military discipline. It was hard to imagine they possessed such prowess; they were more disciplined than regular troops.
Ming Zhitian was also afraid of the ***. After all, he was only flesh and blood. Remembering Borri's horrific state, he couldn't bear to look, but Borri had been ambushed. Now, the enemy was in the open, and he was hidden.
Ming Zhitian casually grabbed a handful of sand. When he was within five hundred meters, he casually threw it!
The sand hit with a hundred percent accuracy in Ming Zhitian's hand! All of it flew into the noses of the rocket artillerymen and snipers, filling every orifice of their faces, directly choking them to death.
Continuing with the same method, he silently eliminated several patrolling soldiers and then infiltrated the camp alone.