A golden red fire ignited on the ground, which was arc-shaped and very long and narrow. It quickly spread on the ground, blocking the entire main road. Of course, such flames cannot hinder the soldiers from moving forward. People crossed the line of fire one after another, but the moment they passed, they were like wicks soaked in lamp oil, and a blazing fire ignited in an instant.
These guys who were burned could obviously no longer be called human beings - they were already dead. The instinct of survival stipulates that no living creature will take the initiative to approach the fire. Even moths go to the fire only because they can't tell whether it is the sun or the candlelight. When the desire to kill overwhelms the desire to live, either this group of people is crazy, or this group of people is already dead.
Obviously, people who are bewitched by murderous thoughts are far from crazy. The soldiers who still retained a trace of human will stopped and hesitated. They were carried forward by the team behind them, and they began to actively avoid the flames. The dead people are constantly "sent to death", which actually makes the problem much simpler.
And this spell doesn't cause any additional trouble - for example, the burning corpse will continue to attack and spread the flames to their bodies. Hansang's fire is extremely strong, and it has almost no room for negotiation. After the flames cover the bodies, they will be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Xie Zhe, who was dealing with the evil envoy of killing, was much more relaxed than before. Maple's power weakened, although his offensive continued unabated. Several times Xie Zhe called him loudly, trying to make him regain his consciousness. But I'm afraid he can't - they don't even know the kid's real name. Does he have a real name? If so, should it be considered as the one given to him by his biological parents, or the one given to him by the adoptive mother of the mountain ghost who died tragically? Thinking about these issues made Xie Zhe unable to be ruthless.
The smell in the air was worse. In addition to the stench of rotting corpses, there is also the smell of burning fire. The latter is no more acceptable than the former. Moreover, the soldiers who were not yet dead on the main road were pouring towards both sides. Han Chang had to extend the line of fire and draw the arc into a semicircle.
But this is not the way to go... How can two people compete with such an army? Regardless of their fighting qualities, the number alone is jaw-dropping. Neither of them could think too much about this, as it seemed that a little more rational thinking would make them give up in an instant.
How long will it last? They know nothing. Promising Guixiangu is more like a gamble than a transaction.
Will anyone really come? who? Is there any chance of winning here? These problems are the same as before, and they dare not think about them.
"What should we do?!" Han Zhang shouted, "We can't hold on for long! It's hard to save our lives if we continue like this!"
Xie Zhe didn't know. Is there really no other way? His physical strength was also slowly declining. He almost felt that his strength was losing little by little, and he could hear the sound of running water in his ears.
"How long can you last?" He finally asked this question.
"It didn't take long! I had no choice but to..."
Xie Zhe felt a chill in his heart. He knew that Han Chang did possess such powerful power... powerful enough to destroy this team in a short time. In this way, the field will be cleared, and they can circulate with Kaede in a wider space. But is it worth it? Is this what should be done? In such an open space, the dust of human bones is everywhere. In fact, they could even be called alive not long ago.
Don't do this - this is what Xie Zhe wanted to blurt out, but he swallowed it back.
They should not stop here, even if the cost is to carry a heavy burden in the future. Han Zhang hasn't been able to see Wenying yet, and they haven't been able to reunite with Ling Yu and Jiao Mo either. Arrogantly speaking, they had no chance to reach out to Xue Miyin again.
At this moment, there was a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
The sound of thunder made Xie Zhe feel dazed, and his hands felt numb. Fengyun Zhan, does this come from its power? Xie Zhe didn't know what else to do. If this sword had consciousness, he would have liked to ask it questions directly, instead of playing riddles like he did at this moment or countless times similar to this moment.
Things took a turn for the worse - in order to stop the soldiers' advance, the line of fire he drew became longer and longer and more winding. In the end, the flames spread wildly across the barren grass, framing them in a nearly circular open space. What's even more unfortunate is that the places where they can settle are gradually shrinking. Those charred and reduced to ashes corpses danced in the messy wind that was coming from Feng Yunzhan.
It was a hellish scene.
The sky has become dim, is it because too much time has passed, or is it because the clouds and fog have gathered without authorization, or because the black smoke on the "battlefield" has obscured the sky? They didn't know and didn't have time to think about it, so they could only tell themselves to hold on and hold on for a little longer.
Fire, fire! It seemed that this was all Xie Zhe could see in his eyes. Maple is as tireless as a monster. The source of his power is too powerful. To the evil angels, if the invisible spiritual currents emanating from their bodies could touch every corner of the dust web like tentacles, then the world would really be over. He knew very well that the power of killing could not achieve this, but the part he had absorbed and accumulated was enough to make him suffer enough.
Xie Zhe really didn't know whether he should be thankful or not: if they had still adopted the previous playing method, they might have explained it here. But right now, there is no end in sight for this battle—this war, this dispute that is called different things by different people.
Xie Zhe knew very well that Han Zhang was still rational, and he was waiting for Xie Zhe's signal - waiting for a signal that would allow him to annihilate the entire army. As the number of corpses increased, it became clear to them that the proportion of living people among the soldiers who followed would become larger and larger. It is easy to knock one person out with one force, but to maintain the same force and deliver such a blow to hundreds or thousands of people, you will lose the standard of strength. It is almost impossible to kill someone without accidentally killing someone, not to mention that Han Chang knows very well that there are quite a few survivors who have been accidentally trampled on and burned accidentally before. To say that his hands are really clean... I'm afraid it's not appropriate.
He had no choice, and he didn't care that much, at least not as much as Xie Zhe. Anyway, even if those people were rescued, not many of them could recover. He wanted to completely abandon all distracting thoughts and burn the fire to his heart's content. These bright fires made him dizzy, as if he had returned to the coast ten years ago, witnessing the gorgeous and bright visual feast that symbolized the origin of tragedy.
Finally, he waited for Xie Zhe's suggestion.
"Walk!"
Han Chang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with indescribable panic and sadness. Xie Zhe failed to take action against these people after all. But he should know in his heart that if this position is abandoned, the prosperous town when they came will immediately be eaten up by the remaining army. As time goes by, the power of the evil angels of killing will become stronger, and they will march towards a more prosperous place.
"You want to give up?!" Han Chang almost asked, "Give up this battle, give up that town?"
"We don't know who will help us." Xie Zhe's voice was so clear, "But we should seek help."
In that small town, are there really any crouching tigers, hidden dragons, who can lend a helping hand to them?
But maybe Xie Zhe is right. He was so calm, as if the result had been the result of quiet deliberation. He must have thought about it carefully-could it be during this fierce battle? How does he parry, attack, and at the same time think and analyze the next strategy? In this regard, Han Chang has been surprised.
Xie Zhe was right, he had to leave. They distanced themselves, guarding each other's backs. Looking around, the wall of fire was burning so fiercely that there was almost no opening for them to escape. Han Chang smiled bitterly in his heart: Maybe this is what he meant by digging his own grave. His head became increasingly dizzy and his vision became blurry. He was so afraid of those flames...he couldn't even explain why. Perhaps the flame always reminded him of the fear of all tragedies that followed, and it was the source of all tragedies.
Han Chang had no doubt that if the flames were pure blue, he would probably faint on the spot - just like that time. And these winds - these waves of evil winds, make these flames even more rampant. Xie Zhe was not sure whether the wind came from Feng Yunzhan or from his own chaotic and restless state of mind. If so, he swore that this was the worst cooperation he had ever had with Han Chang in his life.
After all, it was too late, and he couldn't escape, let alone ask for help... even though the person he asked for help was ridiculously weak. Is it really just a fight to the death? The two of them grasped the blade of the knife in unison. Not far away, their luggage on the roadside was also eroded by the fire. There was nothing valuable inside, just a change of clothes and some silver. In comparison, nothing is more valuable than life.
The burning luggage is like a gradually decaying corpse, revealing the dense bones inside. The "bones" also burned, making a strange "sizzling" sound. The charred smoke was eerie and terrifying. Xie Zhe was a little stunned for a moment, wondering what was inside that could make such a noise. Something like a living thing was really stirring inside, like a small animal hidden in a package, preparing to struggle to escape this heaven-sent disaster. Even Han Chang was a little surprised. Could it be that something was hidden in their luggage without their knowledge? If this is the case, it is really pitiful to be reduced to this situation.
Just as pathetic as they are.
Suddenly, an unexpected scene appeared - the burning luggage, which was originally emitting black smoke, suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light. At that moment, they felt like they were literally staring at the sun. The two of them closed their eyes at the same time, not caring about any danger behind them. A power that was more brilliant and dazzling than golden light burst out, and a pure and holy white penetrated the eyelids and exploded in front of everyone.
Like a blooming white lotus.
