While Luo Yi was working hard in the logistics army, a monk covered in blood staggered to a place a hundred miles outside the logistics army tent.
The monk was about to reach here, but in the end his knees weakened and he knelt down here.
The aura on this monk's body became weaker and weaker, and eventually he lost his aura completely.
He clutched a blood-stained letter tightly in his hand and stared at the logistics tent in front of him...
At this time, the second front in Beiyizhou.
This lawless place is called the Dead Forest Swamp, and the battles here have never been so mammoth and filled with smoke.
Death will come quietly...
At this moment, several teams were shuttled through the dead forest swamp.
Marching here can only be broken into parts.
If you walk in this dead forest swamp with great fanfare, you will definitely be discovered by the ghost hidden in the dark.
In the middle of the Dead Forest Swamp, a remaining team is avoiding the pursuit of Netherworld.
The leader looked ahead with a solemn expression. Beside him, there were two wounded people.
The leading man supported one person with each hand, and the march of the three people inevitably slowed down.
"Cough cough cough..."
There was a young monk coughing violently, and there was a trace of blood red in his eyes.
"Mucang, you take Liang Ping and go first. The Netherworld Qi in my body has started to attack again. Take me with you. No matter where you hide, they will follow this Netherworld Qi to find us."
The leading young man frowned and wore a bracelet on his wrist.
There are two words engraved on the bracelet.
"Makura."
The young man named Liang Ping cursed: "Tao Wenlin, what the hell do you mean, you look down on me?"
Makura finally spoke: "Don't say anything. The energy in my body is still enough to support me to jump through space once. I will take you out now."
Tao Wenlin, who had been eroded by the spirit of the netherworld, waved his hands repeatedly. He coughed several times, and his palms were filled with black blood.
"It's useless. I'm already a dead person. You bring a corpse out, and you're not afraid of others laughing at you?"
Tao Wenlin broke free from Makang's arm and fell directly to the ground. "Makura, listen to me and take Liang Ping away. His injuries are lighter than mine."
Liang Ping also suddenly broke away from Makura's support. He pulled out the sword from his waist and said, "Tao Wenlin, let me tell you, we grew up together. When was your kid bullied, didn't I step in to help you deal with it?"
"What's wrong? Are the wings hard now?"
Tao Wenlin suddenly vomited a large mouthful of black blood, and his eyes had turned extremely red.
His vision had begun to blur.
"Liang...Liang Ping..."
"Listen to me, I'm destined to die. You have to live and help me take care of my mother. Do you hear me?"
Tao Wenlin's eyes gradually turned dark.
He is out of sight.
Liang Ping held the sword tightly in his hand. He turned his head to the side. He couldn't bear to look anymore, but he still said harshly: "I'm deaf and can't hear."
Tao Wenlin laughed, and he fumbled and staggered up.
Makura grabbed him and said, "I'll take you out. I know someone who can help you get rid of the netherworld energy in your body. I'll take you to him!"
"I will definitely find him!!"
Makura's lips trembled a little, and he held Tao Wenlin's arm tightly.
Tao Wenlin just shook his head and said in a weak voice: "Makang, it's too late."
"Don't forget this mission. Go find Dr. Ji quickly. If it's too late..."
"I'm afraid...I'm afraid there's no chance..."
Makura was about to say something, but Liang Ping suddenly grabbed him.
"This kid wants to die, so let him die."
"We can't delay any longer. This is already the third day. If Ji Mengyue is still alive, today will be her limit."
Makura clenched her fists tightly. This proud man of Wuhen Sect felt this overwhelming feeling of powerlessness for the first time.
Tao Wenlin got the strength from nowhere and suddenly broke free from Makang's hand. He turned around and staggered towards the opposite direction of Makang and Liang Ping.
"I...the ghostly energy in my body will...lead them away."
"You... you go... quickly..."
Tao Wenlin covered his mouth, and large mouthfuls of black blood seeped out from between his fingers.
"This...this is me...what I can do for you..."
"Do...the last...thing..."
Makura gritted his teeth and looked at Tao Wenlin's back with red eyes.
Makura completed the soul pulling three days ago. When he woke up, he was already in the dead forest swamp.
And beside him, there were only Tao Wenlin and Liang Ping.
The two of them saved Makura from fire and water many times. Makura gradually understood the war from being confused at the beginning.
Although they only lasted for three days, both Tao Wenlin and Liang Ping were regarded by Makang.
Liang Ping grabbed Makang and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Let's go!"
Makura shouted angrily, and the next moment, he and Liang Ping suddenly disappeared from here.
In this dead forest swamp, Makura's space domain is the only domain that can create miracles.
Tao Wenlin was completely invisible. He could only rely on his feeling and groped his way toward the distance.
Tao Wenlin's eyes were filled with darkness, but...
His heart moved towards the light.
"We...will definitely win."
"Right?"
These were Tao Wenlin's last words in his life.
At the same time, Makura and Liang Ping appeared dozens of miles away. Liang Ping's body shook a few times and his face became paler.
"Makura, who was the letter you wrote yesterday to?" Liang Ping asked in a weak voice with his back against a tree.
Makura felt that there was not much energy left in his body, and his expression became extremely ugly.
Hearing Liang Ping's words, Makura responded: "Written to a friend. Since I am here, he must be here too."
"If even he can't save us, then I'm afraid no one can."
Makura squinted his eyes and looked forward. The energy in his body was no longer enough to allow him to jump through space and leave here directly.
The miasma here is eating away at the energy in their bodies every moment.
"The next space jump will probably only cover a distance of about fifty miles."
"We...should not be able to get out."
Liang Ping spat on the ground, and his eyes gradually became determined: "Don't worry, you can get out."
"But...not us."
"But... you."
