Han Chang gritted his teeth and looked at him. Xie Zhe's eyes were extremely serious, but it didn't look like he had no confidence.
"...Okay. If you can't do it, we will all die here."
The faceless knife-wielding man adjusted his posture and walked towards this side again. It seemed that he was determined to interrupt this illusion-breaking ceremony, even if he did not hesitate to directly kill the person who organized the ceremony. He is probably not Maple, at least not his true form, but an incarnation that maintains the illusion. If Feng was unwilling from the beginning and stopped them early, why bother with such a complicated trap. What's more, the cute and pitiful little boy had already reminded them how to leave. He was not a bad-hearted doll himself.
But not this guy with the knife. Han Chang moved his wrist, raised his hand, and drew an arc out of thin air. The arc spreads outward, and the scene seen through the air in this area is somewhat distorted, as if staring at something through ripples. Ling Hu looked over and realized that the air was heated, a sight that could only be seen above the ground in extremely hot summers. The next moment, Feng, who was holding a knife, rushed towards him, and Han Zhang struck the heat wave with a palm, and a powerful and hot air flow swept through like a wind blade, even the dust on the ground was lifted up. The power stopped the kid, but it was only the first round. They fought, and Han Chang completely controlled the battlefield at a distance from both Xie Zhe and Ling Hu, firmly restraining him.
Every time Feng swung his sword, they could hear a strange roar, and it didn't sound like a person... nor did it look like a person. The sound was strange and had almost nothing to do with the sound of metal rubbing against the air. This cry seemed to be made by many kinds of wild beasts at the same time, pressed together, and it had the momentum of "thousands of arrows fired at once". The animal part is like the cry of the eagle, the howl of the wolf, and the roar of the tiger; the non-living part is like the horn of charge, the drums of the arena, and the rushing of mountain torrents. Organic and inorganic things combined and smelted with each other to form the murderous and mixed screams they heard last night. Like thunder, like crying.
It turned out to be this sound - it turned out that those sounds came from almost the same source. Amazing and terrifying.
Apart from listening, Ye Lingyu actually didn't understand much. But one thing she could barely understand was that these two people were... very strong. Although Feng was suppressed for the time being, it was because he was preoccupied with killing Xie Zhe on the spot. In this way, he could not concentrate on dealing with Han Shang who was specifically trying to restrain him. Ling Huan was surprised, extremely surprised. Although she knew Han Chang was a monster, she didn't know he was so strong. He moved very quickly, leaving a red afterimage with each step. His spell seems to be related to fire, but there is no real burning flame, just scorching temperature and flying sparks. Ling Huan couldn't help but think of what Han Shang had said before. It's strange to think about it, why does he dislike fire so much? It's a bit strange to say, isn't it just like an acupuncture master fainting from the needle?
But speaking of Feng... it was beyond her expectation. How could he be so cruel? The figure of the cute and well-behaved boy disappeared into thin air, and it seemed like another person was fighting here now. Every move he made had some kind of logic. Ling Huan couldn't see it, but he could feel it, because Han Sheng had to find some way to resolve it. This child's posture is really terrifying. Although his face is expressionless, his aura really makes him want to eat everything he sees alive and crush his bones into ashes.
She was worried, but there was nothing she could do. Han Chang had already tried his best to suppress the child. Ling Huan didn't know whether he had exerted 100% of his strength, but she guessed that Han Chang might also be afraid of hurting Feng himself to a certain extent. Ling Huan tightened her collar and stared at Xie Zhe, hoping in her heart that he would go faster and faster.
"ah!"
Han Chang let out a short exclamation, which made Xie Zhe's hand tremble. Ye Linghua turned his head and saw a cut on his forearm. Although it wasn't deep, she saw blood pouring out of it, gurgling incessantly. She immediately panicked and wanted to run up, but Han Chang immediately stretched out his other arm to stop her, preventing her from stepping forward. He probably raised his hand to cast a spell, and was cut down the moment he exposed his arm. He retracted his hand in time, but still left a long knife mark.
Feng's sword seems to be redder. Is it an illusion? He made no other moves now, as if he was sure that this blow would be fatal. It was Han Zhang who was careless. He never thought that this illusion would suddenly point its finger at him. Maybe even the genjutsu was aware of it. Without completely incapacitating the monster, he couldn't get close to Xie Che's body to interrupt the spell. Han Chang's wound was not very big, but the blood refused to stop for a moment. Han Shang's face looked pale in the dark night, as white as gleaming. The blood fell to the ground, seeped in quickly, and was absorbed by the thirsty soil. Ling Huan almost fainted from fright. Could it be such a coincidence that the knife slashed along the blood vessel?
"This knife..." Han Zhang murmured.
He didn't say it out loud for fear of causing panic. He has concentrated his demon power here, and it stands to reason that the wound will recover soon, but why is it useless? His next goal was Xie Zhe, and Han Chang knew that he would never let him succeed. A large amount of demon power flowed out of the body along with the blood, and it was definitely not an option to continue like this. He took a deep breath, put two fingers of his other hand on his forearm, and slowly traced it along the wound. Wherever his fingertips touched, wisps of black smoke emerged, along with the stench of burnt flesh. Ling Huan also smelled it, and could probably guess what he did: He burned the flesh on the wound with fire. This was the best way to stop the bleeding in an emergency, except... it might leave scars. But this is nothing compared to saving lives.
The speed of their fight was too fast, but Han Chang still noticed that there seemed to be a shining mark on the side of Feng's neck. He didn't know what it was.
At this time, Feng's body floated slightly, and the knife gave him strength. The blade and his whole body now exuded a soft shimmer, a dark red that was not so obvious in the dark night, but would never go unnoticed. The knife seemed to be guiding him, pointing the tip of the knife firmly in Xie Zhe's direction. At this time, it was as if whoever stood between their two points would be stabbed through. Han Shan gritted his teeth and suddenly stamped his feet hard. Several rays of orange-red light suddenly appeared on the land that had received his blood. The light burst into the sky, and Ling Huan felt that he must have been dazzled. Otherwise, how could he have seen those twisted and entangled light pillars as countless slender foxes at a certain moment?
The red light reached the sky, fell to the ground, and splashed again, stirring up thousands of waves. Seeing Feng and the red sword rushing towards each other, Han Zhang remained motionless. Before she could make any further reaction, her entire sight was eroded. There is only red in the eyes, some are dark, some are light, some are bright, some are dark, some are thick and some are light. It was so rich that it was almost black, and so thin that it was almost pure white. Her mortal eyes were almost unable to bear it and couldn't understand everything they saw, but the powerful sense of oppression gripped her heart and soul, making her unable to move.
"Bang——"
In an instant, she heard a crisp explosion. The sound wasn't very loud, but it was very clear. It immediately reminded her of the countless bells left behind by Xie Zhe. They seemed to explode at the same moment, making such strange and sudden sounds.
She closed her eyes tightly and even covered them with her arms to prevent the red light from blinding her. She couldn't decide what the sound meant yet, so she had to wait quietly. She forced herself to calm down and kept telling herself to stay calm, but the beating of her heart was deafening, making her feel irritated and even wanted it to stop.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt that everything was so quiet. The bright light disappeared. She was afraid that she had gotten used to it temporarily and didn't dare to open her eyes. But after waiting for a long time and there was still no movement, she tentatively moved her arms. Ling Huan slowly opened his eyes a crack, and found that there was darkness all around him. He was startled, thinking that he was really blind. This scare made her open her eyes completely, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two people in front of her safe and sound.
She wanted to run over, but immediately fell down. Although the mysterious suppression disappeared, it caused temporary cognitive confusion in her control of her body. She struggled for a moment, and Han Chang picked her up. At that moment, there was a little moonlight, and she saw long black scars left on Han Sheng's fair forearm.
"you……"
"It's okay." Han Zhang said, "Just stop."
Xie Zhe came over, but his steps were not steady, probably because he had been sitting for too long. He looked around and saw no trace of Feng anymore. He saw that the entire village was filled with tiny black particles, mixed with a little red light, like sparse embers that had been pulled apart.
"You're injured too." Ling Huan grabbed Xie Zhe's hand, "What's wrong with your hand..."
Xie Zhe withdrew his hand and opened his fingers to look at them. There were only dried blood stains on them.
"I'm fine. The bleeding has stopped. This illusion seems to have manipulated the air, trying to squeeze out the blood."
"Ah...I asked why my bleeding can't be stopped." Han Chang gently held the arm through the sleeves, not daring to use force, "But I don't have that...feeling of blood being drawn out. On the contrary, It’s like my blood is rushing to escape.”
"It's very strange."
Ye Linghua looked around and found that Feng was nowhere to be seen. Since both of them had nothing to do, she wanted to ask the most important matter.
"Kaede...and this village, in the end-"
"The illusion has been broken." Xie Zhe said it with ease. "Before dawn, this barrier will completely dissipate. We should be able to leave now without waiting for the sun to rise. But that child... I don't know where he is. went."
Han Chang raised his face and sniffed the air here.
"I didn't smell his breath either. Either he was hiding, or he had already run away, and there was nowhere to chase him. Anyway, I'm still wondering if he can only follow us if you break this illusion. It was very strenuous along the way.”
"Oh...I've thought about it too. But he will probably look like a young man or even middle-aged, right? Unless the illusion interferes with time and space at the same time. Well, it's not impossible. I originally planned to go to the next village and replace him. He found something he could do to make a living.”
"Hey, you are really a good person who will do it to the end." Han Chang sighed and sighed, "Yes, just protecting Ye Yatou is enough."
Ye Lingyu was stabbed in the lung tube and didn't know how to answer for a while. Seeing her panic and shame, Han Yang realized that he had gone too far, which was a bit too much for this kind-hearted girl. He immediately changed his mind and said that fortunately he was powerful, these were nothing, and it was better to leave here quickly. Ye Lingquan finally came back to his senses and left with them before dawn.
