I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 482 Crossing Mountains and Rivers

At an altitude of 4,100 meters, on the north slope ice field.

Shendu walked at the very front, relying on the demonic energy of the Fire Demon to protect him, even though Valon, who was possessed by it, was only wearing a thin suit. He could still walk calmly and composedly through the snow-capped mountains.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Without turning his head, the Lord spoke, his voice emanating from Valon's vocal cords, yet carrying a double echo, as if two souls were speaking simultaneously.

Afen, Zhou, and Lasu followed behind, panting heavily.

Although I was wearing expensive mountaineering clothes that I had prepared in advance, with excellent insulation, the heavy gear, combined with altitude sickness, significantly increased the difficulty of the climb.

Rasu is alright; after undergoing human modification, his physical strength has long surpassed the realm of "human."

However, Ah Fen and Zhou, who relied entirely on technology and did not undergo any modification or enhancement themselves, suffered a lot!

"I...I can't go on..." Zhou slumped onto a rock, panting heavily. "Your Majesty...please...rest a bit..."

The Holy Lord stopped and slowly turned around. His scarlet eyes shone like two small lamps in the darkness.

"Stop talking nonsense and keep going." As he coldly gave the order, the Holy Lord's crimson eyes glanced at Rasu, seemingly unintentionally. "If Jackie Chan and the others catch up... then you can expect to sleep here forever!"

As soon as the Holy Lord finished speaking, Rasu felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly moved aside, using his massive body to shield Zhou and Lasu from the strong winds that were hitting them head-on. He also subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the two of them.

At that moment, they were pale and their lips were purple.

These are symptoms of altitude sickness.

For them, who have been rushing along under the urging of the Holy Lord and have had no time to gradually adapt, every step they take now is a torment.

They might even give up at any moment and die here!

"Holy... Holy Lord."

Although he knew that his ulterior motives had probably been seen through by the Holy Lord and that he would never regain his trust, Rasu still mustered the courage to speak and cautiously beg the Holy Lord for his good brother's survival.

"They're just ordinary people after all; their bodies really can't take it anymore. If they collapse here, wouldn't we... lose two 'tools'?"

The Holy Lord stared at Ah Fen for a few seconds, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The surrounding shadows began to ripple. Six dark green ninja soldiers emerged from the shadows of the rocks. Then, without a word, they quickly dispersed.

A few minutes later, they gathered the withered branches of highland shrubs and even a few pieces of animal fat they had found somewhere, and piled them up in a sheltered rock crevice.

Immediately afterwards, the ninja soldier, enhanced by demonic energy, spewed out a dark green flame, instantly igniting the pile of firewood.

This flame is different from ordinary flames; it burns almost silently, with an eerie dark green core that gradually transitions to orange-red at the periphery.

The flames crackled in the cold wind, radiating a heat far exceeding that of ordinary flames.

"You only have five minutes to rest." The Holy Lord retreated to the edge of the firelight, half of his face illuminated by the flames and half hidden in shadow. "The fire will go out in five minutes. Continue onward."

Ah Fen practically lunged at the fire. He stretched out his hands, trembling, greedily absorbing the warmth.

Zhou squeezed through, shivering with snot running down his face, repeatedly muttering, "Thank you, Holy Lord... thank you..."

Rasu was the last to walk over.

The modified body has indeed seen significant improvements in all aspects. However, because a venomous scorpion was chosen as the source of the modified genes, Rasu is also not adapted to prolonged activity in low-temperature environments.

That would instinctively make him feel sleepy, triggering his body's self-protective mechanism and making him want to hibernate. It's only his inner determination that has allowed him to persevere until now.

He crouched by the fire, secretly glancing in the direction they had come from.

Unfortunately, the wind and snow on the mountain were too heavy, and even the footprints he deliberately stomped out had almost disappeared by now.

Without any clues, can Jackie Chan and his crew catch up with the evil dragon in time before his plot succeeds...?

"Lasu..." Afen's weak voice came through, "Do you think... we can get back alive?"

"..."

Rasu did not answer.

At this moment, he recalled the look Jackie Chan gave him in the hotel earlier, and the scene where the little snake helped him out of a predicament.

How ironic...

The master they once served so loyally could now take their lives at any moment.

On the contrary, it was the troublesome "enemies" who were making things difficult for them who were trying to pull them back on track.

If Jackie Chan and the others can catch up...

If the Holy Lord's plan could be stopped...

If the owner of Valmont could restore things to their original state...

So, would they be able to go back to the Danish prison and continue doing what they like?

Countless "what ifs" swirled in Rasu's mind.

But he knew that all these "ifs" required one condition: they had to live to see that time.

And the only way to live...

They continue to act as the Holy Lord's "tool".

Lost in thought, five minutes passed quickly.

Just as the Holy Lord had said, the dark green flames went out abruptly without any external intervention. Only a pile of still-reddening embers remained, which quickly turned charred black as the heat dissipated.

"Get up," the Holy Lord's voice rang out again. "Keep going."

Even though the three of them clung to the remaining warmth, they could only support each other and struggle to their feet.

After a short rest, Afen and Zhou's complexions did indeed improve.

But those were just symptoms of hypothermia and altitude sickness, which were somewhat relieved after warming up by the fire.

But how long can this last?

Will the Lord grant another five-minute break?

No one knows.

I could only grit my teeth and quicken my pace before my body gave out.

Rasu followed at the back.

He glanced back at the pile of ashes. Faintly flickering dark green specks of light could still be seen within the ashes—residual demonic energy, slowly dissipating. He then looked back at the path he had come from, at the vast, empty, white ice plain.

There were no footprints.

There are no trackers.

There was nothing there.

He turned around, took a deep breath of the cold air, suppressed his disappointment and resentment, and silently followed the group.

At 4:50 a.m., they crossed the last ridge.

Going downhill is harder than going uphill. The icy slope, with an incline of over 60 degrees, makes every step a gamble.

Ah Fen slipped three times, and each time Rasu used his mechanical scorpion tail to wrap around his waist in time, preventing him from rolling down a cliff hundreds of meters deep.

Zhou, being the shortest of the trio, was in a slightly better position because he could hide completely behind Lasu.

But his physical strength had been exhausted to the limit. Several times, he had to lean on Rasu's back and be half-carried by Rasu to cross the steepest part of the road.

The Holy Lord did not turn back to help at all.

It simply walks at the very front, occasionally stopping in particularly dangerous areas.

It wasn't to wait for them, but to confirm the direction.

Crimson eyes scanned the mountainside in the darkness, searching for magical fluctuations that only it could perceive, like radar.