"call out……"
However, to Han Feng's surprise, the sword actually turned against him and slashed directly at him. It was packed with majestic power and had the potential to split everything.
Han Feng's expression changed, but he still did not withdraw that part of his consciousness. Instead, he took out a machete that was also a half-step psychic level, blocked it with a sharp clang, and caused fire to scatter in all directions.
The sword was knocked back, but it spun in the air and flew down again. It was even more powerful, as if it was being controlled by an invisible hand, bursting out with power far beyond its own.
Han Feng was unafraid. He stood still and kept blocking with his sword without any intention of giving in.
"Dangdangdang..."
A series of dense sounds stirred up, setting off endless air waves that filled the space hundreds of feet away, like a hurricane that submerged the surrounding tombstones of all sizes.
But they remained motionless and did not suffer any damage. Instead, they glowed faintly.
That sword persisted, and Han Feng was equally stubborn and restless, determined to fight it to the end.
As time went by, he gradually realized that the power of the sword actually came from himself, because his hand was still attached to the tombstone, and he was still pouring mana into it.
But he had to do this. As long as he removed the mana infusion, the inscription would disappear immediately. Perhaps the dark space would also disappear, and he would not be able to explore the secrets from it.
When another quarter of an hour passed, his soul power in that dark space increased instead of decreasing, as if it had been polished and reborn, becoming gleaming.
This part of his consciousness continued to search for the source of the shouting sound, but to no avail.
He understood that the real cry for help was not in that dark space, but among the tombstones.
He was thinking about how to get into the inside of the tombstone, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail. The tombstone had a special power to block it.
What's more, at this moment, his magic power is still pouring into it, so it is even more impossible to break it.
The opponent is using his shield to block his spear!
How can this be cracked!
"Unless I reveal my strength and defeat it with brute force!" Han Feng thought secretly in his heart.
Of course, he couldn't take this risk. Who knew if Fairy Lin was spying secretly? If she found out, he couldn't keep silent.
"when……"
At the right moment, the sword struck again, violently colliding with his machete.
Han Feng thought for a while, then suddenly withdrew his soul power, exited the dark space, and then canceled the infusion of mana.
However, the moment he took back his magic power, the tombstone seemed to be psychically trying to suck his right hand, but failed, and he suddenly used force to break free.
But the sword didn't stop immediately, and was still attacking him. Han Feng reached out to grab it, and grasped its hilt like lightning. Suddenly, mana entered its interior, and in just a few breaths, he refined it. change.
He carefully inspected it and found that there was nothing unusual about this half-step psychic level sword, so he put it into the storage ring.
However, he was full of doubts in his heart as to who made that cry for help.
He looked at the tombstone and thought to himself, "Is it possible that a tombstone really represents a dead person, and his ghost is still there, so this situation will happen? Then why do you need to call for help?"
He quickly rejected the idea of this ghost. There was definitely an ulterior secret here.
Han Feng decided to go back to the central area to see how the other people were doing. If they had the same problem, he could work with them to break open the tombstones.
He walked very fast, and before long he had bypassed thousands of tombstones and returned to the central area.
However, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from not far ahead, as if it was heartbreaking.
Han Feng's expression changed slightly and he hurried over.
It turned out to be the oily-headed and pink-faced Yuan Hong. His hands were placed on a three-foot tombstone, giving the impression that he was hugging it.
His face was extremely ugly, as pale as paper, which was obviously a sign of excessive consumption of mana.
"Brother Ge, you're here, hurry up, save me!" He glanced around, saw Han Feng, and shouted immediately.
"What's going on?" Han Feng did not step forward rashly, but asked from a distance.
"There's something weird about this tombstone. I poured magic power into it with both hands, and now I can't get rid of it. It's like it's being sucked into it. If this continues, I will become a mummy!" Yuan Hong explained hurriedly.
Han Feng thought about it seriously and realized that this guy was probably greedy. First of all, he had to choose such a big tombstone, and secondly, he put both hands on it without any sense of defense. He deserved it.
Of course, having said that, everything here is weird, and it is normal for him to have such a disaster.
"Brother Ge, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and save me!" Yuan Hong said urgently.
"According to what you say, I don't know how to save you!" Han Feng frowned and said loudly.
"You attack this tombstone and blow it up!" Yuan Hong said angrily.
Han Feng thought for a while, and that was all he could do. He immediately took out the half-step psychic-level machete and slashed at the large tombstone from the air. The sword's light was like a wave, and even the solid void here was stunned. It was twisting violently, and its power was evident, but it had no effect when it landed on this big tombstone.
Han Feng was confused, Yuan Hong was anxious, and they didn't know what to do.
"Brother Ge, come behind me and help me, I will break free from its attachment!" Yuan Hong thought for a while and said quickly.
"I'd better ask someone to come over. Maybe Fairy Lin will be able to help." Han Feng did not agree to his request. He walked around and quickly walked towards the gate-like tombstone.
Han Feng was not a fool. In this situation, how could he approach him so easily? It would be terrible if the tombstone was also attracted to him.
Even if he manages to escape in the end, his true strength will inevitably be exposed.
Yuan Hong called several times, but he couldn't make Han Feng stop.
"Then hurry up, I won't be able to hold on any longer!" Yuan Hong had no choice but to say this.
Han Feng's steps were like flying, and in just over ten breaths, he successfully returned to the tombstone that looked like a gate.
I saw that Fairy Lin was still meditating there, but she had already withdrawn her jade hand and stood quietly aside, silently thinking about countermeasures.
"I've seen Fairy Lin!" Han Feng stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
Fairy Lin raised her eyes and glanced at him, and said with a little surprise, "Why did you run back? Didn't you look for opportunities?"
Han Feng smiled slightly and said, "I didn't find the right one!"
Later, he did not hide anything and reported the truth about Yuan Hong's danger.
