Only the last enemy remains.
Whether by force or by outsmarting him, he captured three yakshas by his own means, which greatly affected his physical condition. The strap on his hand was loosened and he was about to tighten it under the water. The remaining monster was also injured, and if he had known better, he would have escaped like his previous companions. In fact, he did so, but in an unexpected direction - he rushed towards the shore very quickly. Why? Shouldn't he run deeper into the sea? It was difficult for Qi Huan to understand. There was no need to fight this monster anymore because they had nothing to gain from him. At best, they were treated as hostages, but they were no match. In order to survive, this monster should find a companion.
Just as Qi Huan was thinking, his whole body was suddenly pulled upward forcefully. He was shocked to find that the cloth strip on his wrist was caught by the Yasha's weapon, probably unintentionally, but he couldn't get rid of it. The loose cloth straps in the water were in a mess, tightly binding his wrists and causing pain. Finally, before landing, the tattered cloth at the end was completely broken.
Yasha broke out of the water, and there was a splashing sound. The greengill in his stomach could last for half the time, but even if it didn't work, there was still some left on the waterweed, which was enough, so he didn't rush to take a breath. But he came up so fast that he felt a terrible feeling, worse than anything that had happened while he was descending. First he felt dizzy and his vision was blurred, but reason forced him to stay awake. Then, he felt numbness in his limbs and his body became uncontrollable. Maybe he can still direct it. After all, he hasn't sunk slowly yet, but he can't feel it anymore. This was different from ordinary cramps, and he didn't know what it was. At this moment, there were noisy sounds from the shore, and he was a little worried. It might be close to the village and he had to be careful. So, he endured the pain and swam some distance back before carefully sticking his head out.
I saw the Yaksha talking to a few villagers, and hearing the indescribable voice made my head hurt even more. Later, more villagers appeared on the coast. Qi Huan didn't know whether they understood Yaksha's words or were under some kind of invisible bewitchment. The voice in Yasha's mouth was very special, louder and more angry than what he had heard before. Although the language is not common, the emotions are easy to interpret, and nothing good will happen next. Sure enough, some villagers turned back and ran over again after a while, holding something dry and gray in their hands. Being too far away, Qi Huan couldn't see clearly what it was. He only saw everyone stuffing the thing into their mouths, swallowing it in a few times, and jumping into the sea one by one, regardless of men, women, or children. Qi Huan was stunned. After thinking for a long time, he thought it might be greengills preserved by a special local method. Qi Huan actually saw the old man among the faces diving into the sea one by one. The old man touched his beard and looked at the wide sea from a distance, wondering if he could see him. Then even the old man dropped his crutches and dived into the sea.
Big things are bad.
Qi Huan was so nervous that he wanted to dive back into the sea and hide. At this moment, he felt indescribable pain in the joints all over his body. This pain was present at the beginning, but it was not that obvious, and now it has developed to an unbearable level. Qi Huan knew that he must not slack off, even if it hurt like hell, he had to move. He hated himself for not being able to kill that Yaksha directly and letting him fool almost all his followers into throwing themselves into the sea.
Where can I hide in the vast sea? They soon found him. Swimming is very handy for these people who have grown up on the beach all their lives. Qi Huan endured the severe pain and dived down. Every time he looked back, his pursuers got closer to him. But Qi Huan was finally able to see clearly that their eyes were not empty, but filled with an indescribable passion. It's like everyone is chasing something they've always dreamed of, and now this wish can finally come true. Don’t think too much, it’s probably something related to Poseidon.
To this day, Qi Huan does not even know how many arms and legs the so-called Poseidon has, and he is completely confused by the crazy enthusiasm of these believers. He only knew how to run for his life, but his body was heavy and uncontrollable. The pain and intermittent loss of consciousness made his movements slow. One of the strong young men grabbed the unbroken seaweed in his hand and pulled it away.
You two are hurting me!
Qi Huan cursed in his heart. Most likely they were really going to be chopped into pieces this time. I hope they would give him a good time. If there were those rumored methods of torturing people to death, he would have choked himself to death just imagining it. If he still had enough strength, he might be able to be saved, but that might be because he was in too much pain to resist because of his rapid ascent.
However, something unexpected happened again. Two villagers held him down and they went deeper into the sea with the others. Qi Huan was confused at first, and then frightened - they would take action against Bai Ya and Jun Aoyan. Of course, this is based on the condition that the two of them are still safe. If these unarmed ordinary people appeared in front of them like this in the deep sea, would those two people show mercy? Qi Huan is hard to pin down. Although they look like this, they cannot be defined as ordinary people. What's more, since he has become a prisoner, he should no longer speak for this group of people.
How could a good person become like this? Qi Huan felt very puzzled.
At this moment, Qi Huan's physical condition seemed to be improving a little, but not much. He can barely move his body now without being in extreme pain. What's more, his actions are still in the hands of this group of people, so he can't resist. The familiar feeling of being oppressed by the sea came back, but it was no longer as uncomfortable as before. Qi Huan also began to feel that the gas supply in his stomach began to become limited. He quietly bit off some remaining seaweed on his wrist and was discovered, but the young man only patted him on the back as a warning. In the water, this little strength is soft. If it weren't for his limited physical strength, it would be easy to escape the control of this group of people.
As for Bai Ya, he knew that he could not take the next step.
Every inch of his skin felt like a dancing bull, and every part of his body was under unimaginable pressure. But the yakshas naturally knew his weaknesses. They could not approach him with weapons or their arms would be severed. Nowadays, no Yasha holds a weapon, but almost all monsters have "three heads and six arms", and the many limbs in their bodies make people stand on their heads. Both of them are monsters, monsters among monsters. And they did not attack Bai Ya directly, but grabbed him tightly and dragged him deeper into the sea. Were they trying to kill him with water pressure? Bai Ya didn't know, so he continued to fight in vain with the knife. He didn't know where Jun Aoyan had gone, let alone whether she was still alive.
They have stayed underwater for too long, and the gas they can produce in their stomachs is still decreasing. I wonder if they can make it to the shore. What's even more frightening is that Bai Ya doesn't even know when he can return. He stabbed the knife into a Yaksha's eyebrow, and then pulled it out. The deep crack did not heal, but an extra eye appeared. The eyeballs formed quickly, as if there were already eyeballs ready in the brain.
Bai Ya has seen many monsters, monsters, and demons in his lifetime. He only hoped that in this life - if he was lucky enough to continue this life, he would never want to see this group of twisted and terrifying monsters in front of him again.
Just above his head, there was a large black school of fish coming. Bai Ya thought it was just an ordinary school of fish, but he found that each shadow was getting bigger and bigger. When he reached a certain distance, he thought those were newly arrived yakshas. But he soon discovered that those were actually human beings, and there were many faces that he remembered. It was unbelievable, really unbelievable. He couldn't understand what was happening now, but he had to deal with these bigger troubles.
He suddenly saw Qi Huan, and a fixed point suddenly appeared in his chaotic thoughts. It was like admiring a dazzling, random splash of ink without a theme, when suddenly the outline of a single human figure appeared. At least you have somewhere to rest your sight.
A black scimitar broke through many obstacles, cut through thorns and thorns, and pierced everything it could. Nothing can stop it, whether it is a moving body or a still rock, whether it is an empty bubble or dense seaweed, it will cut through all of them and fly into Bai Ya's hand.
Good news and bad news arrived at the same time, and Qi Huan, who was in the latter, witnessed the former happening with his own eyes. Then, he saw Bai Ya throw the white blade in his hand without any hesitation - towards him. The knife was also very fast and straight, like a fish spear thrust into the water from the shore, cutting the water. The believers dispersed in fear, and the two people escorting Qi Huan also let go. Without any hesitation, he bent back and grasped the handle of the knife. Bai Ya below suddenly stopped his hand, and the scimitar immediately took Qi Huan and dragged him to Bai Ya's side.
Qi Huan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he turned around and saw those ferocious and twisted monsters, another large group of bubbles came out of his mouth, pale and crumbly, like half-digested white rice being vomited out. In fact, he actually choked some stomach acid into his trachea. But he couldn't stop "breathing" or cough violently, so he suppressed the discomfort forcefully, and his whole throat hurt as if it was being burned by fire. If he wasn't in the sea, he would definitely be forced to burst into tears.
Taking the knife from Qi Huan, the joy of returning the weapon to its original position did not make the current situation better. The villagers also saw those ferocious-looking Yakshas - thanks to Bai Ya. They don't know the specific process, they only know that it must be related to him. In front of this kind of strangeness, a person should be more or less afraid.
But Bai Ya and Qi Huan could not read fear from their expressions - only anger, and an abnormal anger. Their emotions seemed to be controlled by some kind of power, and this group of crazy believers became even more difficult to control themselves. Thinking about it carefully, this depth is absolutely unbearable for the elderly and children...but they still came here.
Are their thoughts still under their control? The two weren't sure. In such a desperate situation, amidst the attacks from above and below by the believers and yakshas, Bai Ya's knife was skillfully held in his hand, as if everything was about to be defeated. Qi Huan clearly realized that all the people who dived into the sea, no matter where they were, might not be able to return to the shore.
