Bright firelight, sad red blood, gloomy puppets, collapsed walls...

Screams, killings, chaos, shouting, despair...

And those distorted and disappearing faces...

She coughed painfully and woke up from her drowsiness.

"Sister, are you finally awake?"

A hazy voice seemed to come from the horizon, gradually becoming clearer.

Guang Qianqian subconsciously wanted to sit up, but she felt numb all over her body and couldn't feel her limbs.

Her heart was instantly filled with intense panic. She opened her mouth, but she could only make a hoarse and low voice: "Where... am I? How are you, everyone...?"

As she woke up from the confusion, those broken memories and pictures were gradually completed, making her feel as if she was in an icy cold storm.

Dead, all dead...

The sect's formation only lasted until the fourth batch of disciples began to evacuate. At that time, less than half of the entire sect had left, and those black puppets poured into the mountain gate endlessly, covering the entire field of vision.

They know no pain, are tireless, are countless, and cannot destroy. They will even devour the flesh and blood of living people to replenish the lost energy, as if they were born to kill and harvest.

What's even more frightening is that although they have no intelligence, they have extremely incredible ability to predict. Just like the most experienced cultivators in the world, they can easily penetrate the enemy's flaws in a few rounds.

But they themselves can't find any weaknesses.

In addition to only having a spiritual power system, their coordination and performance are limited to a certain extent, but they often move in groups, and the tacit understanding of their cooperation is simply chilling.

This is a well-deserved war machine.

Even if several dark tribesmen present mobilized their original dark energy to stop them, they could only make these puppets slightly sluggish, but they could not directly destroy their cores at all.

This is the trump card of the Dao Ling Tribe, a trump card that was not revealed even in the southern battle.

Now that it was revealed, it immediately threw everyone into the abyss.

Guang Qianqian was the fourth group of people to retreat. Since the formation was broken, they could only fight while retreating to the teleportation array in the underground palace with difficulty.

But when those terrifying puppets joined the battlefield, the situation changed drastically.

Their team was quickly dispersed, with only scattered teams holding on, like small boats floating in the sea, completely out of control and unable to even control their direction.

Most of the poisons developed by Xuanbu disciples have no effect on the puppets, and only a few can have a slightly corrosive effect.

She watched the familiar faces around her fall one after another, until the leader of the Vajra Realm elders was also devoured by two puppets, while the palace gate in the distance was still so far out of reach...

In the last moment before she fell into coma, only the boundless coldness enveloped her, and everything seemed frozen and still.

Only a cold voice sounded: "Let's go!"

As if a strong wind was blowing, she suddenly crossed the battlefield and fell on the steps in front of the palace.

A pale golden light curtain blocked the face, making the dark blood seem to be purified.

Then, she fell into darkness.

…

So, it was Senior Brother Pei who saved me?

But what about him? What happened to him...

The numbness subsided slightly, and Guang Qianqian tried her best to sit up, staring at the air in front of her in a daze.

"Sister, please don't move around yet. Your injury is too serious. You need to rest for at least a week."

The young girl in front of her who still looked immature hurriedly moved a few square pillows so that Guang Qianqian could lean on them.

Then she explained: "This is the Meteor Star. It is very safe, but it is said that there are still several groups of people who have not come over. We don't know their situation yet..."

Guang Qianqian was silent for a while, her eyes that had lost their usual agility slightly raised, and she still said hoarsely: "Where is Senior Brother Pei?"

Although Pei Tianling is no longer a disciple of the Fire Refining Sect since his life experience was revealed, many people are still used to calling him that, especially the disciples of the Earth Division, who still regard him as the Dark King.

Moreover, no one in the sect would stop him from activities in the Great Desolate Star. It was just that Pei Tianling himself did not want to come again.

But since the war started and the Great Desolate Star became a frontline battlefield, he immediately left Xuefeng Star and stationed here silently.

"I don't know, and there is no news about him..." The girl pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Guang Qianqian murmured: "We have all arrived at Meteor... It seems that the Great Wilderness has also fallen... Those who haven't left yet should never... be able to leave..."

She had never been a sentimental person, but at this moment she still felt sadness welling up from deep inside her heart.

Next to me, the talented young junior sister who had only been in school for three years had lowered her head and silently wiped away tears.

She only came in after Yu Ling became the leader of the Fire Refining Sect, so compared to "old people" like Guang Qianqian, she is a little less cold-blooded and cruel, and a little more like the same sect.

So when there was no news from her usually close friends, the string in her heart was completely broken, and only the last trace of dignity kept her from crying.

And it was only because of her talent that she was able to be one of the first to evacuate and serve as a logistics worker to take care of the wounded soldiers in a safe place.

Such cruelty was something she had never seen before, and it was something she would never be able to forget in her life.

"Go and help me ask if the casualties have been counted, and what tasks will be assigned to me later." Guang Qianqian whispered.

The little junior sister raised her head in astonishment, met Guang Qianqian's gaze, and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face: "But senior sister, you should have a good rest..."

"No time to rest!" Guang Qianqian interrupted her coldly. With the strength she had accumulated for a while, she lifted the mattress covering her body and stood up reluctantly.

This series of violent movements made her frown in pain, and her face suddenly turned pale, but she gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

With the Xuanwu Breaker's recovery power and the effect of the ointment, her external injuries have healed, but the internal injuries caused by those magical skills will still take a long time to recover.

But she would rather do something, and every minute and every second she lay here made her endure unbearable torture.

"Senior sister..."

Seeing Guang Qianqian struggling to move out of the door step by step, the junior sister immediately said in a hurry: "Senior sister, wait a minute, I'm going to ask, and you can go out after I ask clearly."

Before her tears dried, she turned around and ran out of the door, while Guang Qianqian's legs softened and she slumped down on the chair.

With a "boom" sound, she put her elbows on the table and buried her face deeply in her hands.

"I'm really useless..."

Accompanying the words, it was unclear whether they were crying or sighing.

…

As if there was a wild beast chasing behind her, the little junior sister lowered her head, but her steps were getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a figure turned around the corner in front of her. She was unable to stop herself and bumped into his shoulder.

The middle-aged man seemed unaware and did not scold her. He just continued walking forward in despair.

His companion chased him from the corridor behind the corner. He glanced at the junior sister and ignored the stranger. He ran to his friend in a few steps and said comfortingly: "Old Zhou, cheer up. The news is not yet clear. You

Don’t be too pessimistic…”

The originally calm middle-aged man suddenly stamped his feet, raised his head, and revealed his bloodshot red eyes: "Pessimistic? Am I pessimistic! I haven't come back from the Great Desolate Star yet, what good ending can there be?! I'm just like this

A son!"

The little junior sister who had already reached the corner suddenly hesitated and stopped for some reason.

"Why?! Why should he be the last group to retreat? Those damn Fire Refining Sect demons should be at the front. That is their sect! My son is obviously from the Western Union and has a bright future.

Why let him die there?"

"My child...my child...I'm sorry for you..."

The middle-aged man was choked with sobs as he spoke. He squatted down weakly and beat the ground hard.

The junior sister had her back to the two of them, standing stiffly on the spot, motionless, and a look of confusion slowly appeared on her face.

"Lao Zhou, calm down..." His companion pressed his shoulder and tried to comfort him, but was thrown away by the middle-aged man.

"How can you tell me to calm down?! Ah?"

The middle-aged man looked like he was crazy: "If you ask me, everyone will die, sooner or later! It was the Eastern Territory before, and then the Southern Territory. We just won a battle with great difficulty, but now? The Great Desolate Star is gone. Three

One part of the Northern Territory will be gone! Sooner or later, the Western Territory will also be finished, and we should all wait to die!"

"It's all lies to say that if we persist for a few more months, we can win... They are all high-ranking elders of the true way and strong men who leave the way, but what about us? We little people, we cannon fodder, who cares?

ah?!"

"You can't win...it's just that you will die early and die late...ha, hahaha..."

That crazy and desperate laughter seemed to penetrate the girl's soul, causing her mind to sink into the abyss.

She stared at the ground blankly until she heard the middle-aged man being dragged away by his companions, and the corridor became quiet again.

Yes...how long can they resist in front of the Daoist army?

Maybe, it's really just a dying struggle...

"what are you doing here?"

In a daze, she seemed to hear someone asking something.

He raised his head and saw a somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar figure in front of him. He looked very young, his eyes were calm, and his tone was gentle, but it made the junior sister feel invisible oppression and fear.
To be continued...