This scene shocked Huo Yuanbao. The attack came unexpectedly. If not for Mu Yu's help, he might have been penetrated on the spot.
"Stop looking! Get out of here as fast as you can! Damn it, those old guys are just unreliable! Did you say that someone would come to the rescue when the distress signal was sent out! Where are the people!"
These words made Huo Yuanbao very hurt. He was the one who came to rescue, but now he was dragged away by the person who should be rescued.
It really makes people want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Mu Yu was also very grateful that he had the warning of the soul, which helped the two of them avoid many fatal threats.
"What should we do now?" Huo Yuanbao also asked Mu Yu, now considering him as his backbone.
It was clear that the person in front of him was not as good as him in cultivation, but his prompts were very timely. He could even warn of attacks that he was not aware of, and he moved closer to him without even realizing it.
"There's no way to keep running like this. We have to find where the exit is."
The shock just now caused the ground here to change. The entire land was opened up. Neither of them knew where they were thrown, and they couldn't tell the direction of the exit at all.
This is also the reason why the two people are still running blindly. Since they can't count on rescue, the only way is to find an exit. After getting out of here, they can find a way to seal it off.
Their heartbeats were like irritated drums, beating out a frightening rhythm on this dangerous forest stage.
The huge figures of the trees are intertwined around each other, like giant towers. The green leaves are swaying in the wind, like a veil of nature, revealing the mystery and power of life.
Huo Yuanbao glanced back, his face was full of stains and cold sweat, while Mu Yu held his arm tightly, his eyes full of panic.
Just now, a severe sense of crisis came from the soul.
Around them, the trees seemed to come alive, their whispering branches like ancient poetry, whispering in the poetry of the wind, warning of the coming danger.
Suddenly, Mu Yu stopped and stared ahead.
A figure appeared in front of them.
The figure swayed in the shadow of the trees, making it difficult to identify, with only the old and cold eyes shining.
It held a wand transformed from a branch in its hand, obviously ready to cast its magic.
Mu Yu took a deep breath, then turned to face Huo Yuanbao, his eyes firm and decisive.
A fierce battle unfolded deep in the forest, with firelight and tree fragments intertwining into a magnificent picture.
Mu Yu and Huo Yuanbao fought side by side. Their cooperation was perfect and they successfully withstood the attack of the figure.
The strong firelight reflected the figure of the guy. It was a tree spirit, a peach tree spirit.
However, the power of the dryads is extremely powerful, and every attack is like a storm, trying to swallow them up.
While resisting the attack of the tree spirit, Mu Yu shouted to Huo Yuanbao: "We must break its spell. Only in this way can we escape!"
He aimed at the wand in the dryad's hand, trying to knock it down. However, the tree spirit was too fast and Mu Yu failed to hit the target every time he shot.
Huo Yuanbao looked at Mu Yu nervously, knowing that their fate was in his hands at this moment.
He took a deep breath and rushed towards the dryad.
Although his actions were child's play in the eyes of the dryad, his perseverance made the dryad stunned for a moment.
At this moment Mu Yu found an opportunity, and his attack finally hit the tree spirit's wand.
The wand instantly dissipated in the air like a broken dream, and a trace of astonishment flashed in the dryad's eyes.
The tree spirit that lost its wand suddenly became vulnerable, and Mu Yu and Huo Yuanbao took the opportunity to launch a more violent attack.
Finally, after a fierce attack, the tree spirit's body dissipated in the air like smoke.
The two people who originally thought they would be safe this way saw the group of tree spirits surrounding them again.
Right now.
A flash of silver pierced the sky, like a falling star.
It was an old man falling rapidly from a high altitude. His white hair was dancing wildly in the wind, and the ancient clothes on his body were like traces of time and space.
His eyes shone with determination and perseverance, as if no creature in this forest could shake his determination.
Below him, there was a group of huge tree spirits. Their bodies were of different heights, and their green skin was covered with bark-like lines.
The dryads looked up at the old man in the sky, with cunning smiles on their faces, as if they were waiting for their prey to fall into the trap.
However, they did not expect the old man's strength.
As he fell, the old man's body instantly became illusory, and like a gust of wind, he instantly disappeared from the sight of the dryads.
The next moment, he had appeared behind the tree spirits, the ancient sword in his hand shining with cold light, like the stars in the night sky.
The old man swung his sword and slashed out, and a huge sword energy instantly tore the surrounding space apart.
The powerful force shock wave pushed the trees away one after another, as if they had never existed here.
The sword energy struck at the tree spirits instantly, like a bolt of lightning, cutting their bodies in half instantly.
The flesh and blood of the dryads exploded in green sap, emitting a disgusting stench.
A yellow flash pierced the darkness, it was the Taoist priest's spell, burning in the air like a cheetah galloping in the jungle.
The surrounding trees began to tremble, and the leaves rustled, as if there was an invisible force surging in the dryad's body.
Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the night sky and the entire forest trembled.
An old mahogany tree, its branches and leaves swayed in the night, as if dancing, and then, a figure appeared from the tree.
It was a tree spirit king. Its body was composed of twisted tree trunks, and it had a crazy and ferocious expression on its face.
It held a branch in its hand, and a sharp thorn grew from the end of the branch.
The Taoist priest took a deep breath, and his body was instantly filled with strength. It was the aura that prepared him for battle.
The dryad swooped at the Taoist priest, its thorns sharp enough to pierce the rock.
However, the Taoist priest did not dodge. He continued to recite the incantation in his mouth, and the marks on his hands became stronger and stronger.
Then, he pushed his hands violently, and the invisible force hit the tree spirit instantly.
The tree spirit's body rolled in the air, and it let out a shrill scream.
The Taoist priest has no mercy at all. He knows that this is to protect this forest and the creatures living here.
He chanted the incantation again and his hands drew a circle of light in the air. The circle of light instantly surrounded the tree spirit, and it let out a desperate scream before turning into a breeze and disappearing deep into the forest.
